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| | Em | A | D |
| | It's fifty miles from | Leakey down to | Hondo |
| | Em | A | D |
| There's | no straight shot, the r | oads all twist and t | urn |
| | Em | A | D |
| | Another forty-f | ive on into S | an Antone |
| | Em | A | D |
| Seems a l | ong way to | go for just one g | irl |
| He pulls up Monday morning, puts his window down |
| Grins and tells me to breathe in deep |
| Her perfume still lingers from their last date |
| Says he late for work, leaves me standing in the street |
| He's taken to wearing starched shirts, and his boots stay shined |
| He keeps that old truck neat as a pin |
| Her picture gazes down from his visor |
| At an empty dash where a spit cup should've been |
| | G | A | D |
| | Hey runnin' buddy, | what'll you say to a t | welve pack |
| | G | A | D |
| | Hey runnin' buddy, whatcha s | ay to settin' some li | nes |
| | G | A | D | Bm |
| | Hey runnin' buddy, d | on't you remember the g | ood times we h | ad |
| | G | A | D |
| Before you h | ooked up with that S | an Antonio g | irl. |
| I've known Jimmy Wayne since the second grade |
| When his mom and him moved in from Copperas Cove |
