| A | |
| I would pick and we would sing to the rhythm of that front porch swing |
| D | A | |
| The | moonlight holds the spotlight that we | shared |
| A | |
| I found new notes on that old guitar, she believed I could be a star |
| Bm | E | |
| She | told me that she wanted to be | fair |
| A | |
| She said, | I love you more than to hold you down, boy you're glory bound |
| D | A | |
| We can't share a world with different dr | eams |
| A | |
| So I chased mine and she found hers too, but someone else made hers come |
| true |
| E | A | |
| Now I'm a star, but | every time I | sing |
| Chorus: |
| A | |
| My heart goes | drifting down a dusty dixie road |
| D | A | |
| Taking my | mind, back in | time |
| A | |
| L.A. lights burn like hell once you know |
| E | A | |
| You left heaven waitin' | down the dixie r | oad. |
| A | |
| Every night I'm in a different place and I'm searching every stranger's |
| face |
| D | A | |
| Trying to find the girl that's just not | there |
| A | |
| She's back there in Montegomery and I'm clear across the country |
| E | A | |
| But whenever I'm a | lone I go back | there. |
| Chorus |
| Chorus: key change: B, E, B, F#, B |
| Chorus-fade |
| Jason A. Wendtland |