Route 3 Box 250 D Randy Houser
I'd like to say it was perfect
[C]Growing up was a fairytale
[C]But Hollywood don't make no movies
About a house up on wheels... down a[F] dirt road, Missis[C]sippi
Tucked [G]back in the trees Route [F]3 Box 250 [C]D
[C]Well the man my mama married
[C]Had a mean streak in his blood
[C]And when he took to drinking
He'd take it out on us
And I could [F]hear my mama crying
That made it [C]hard to sleep Route [F]3 Box 250 [C]D
[F]That's where I became a man, Long before my [C]time
And [F]since I left I ain't been back
But I go back in my [G]mind
[C]Thank God for Buford Bailey
[C]He had a pond he'd let me fish
[C]That's where I'd run off to, every chance I'd get
And I would [F]pray that God was listening
And He'd come rescue [C]me Route [F]3 Box 250 [C]D
[F]Then one day, my uncle pulled up, in a pickup truck
Loaded up [C]everything
[C]Wasn't much, but it was [G]everything
[C]I'd like to say it was perfect
[C]Growing up was a fairytale
[C]But Hollywood don't make no movies
About a house up on wheels... down a[F] dirt road, Missis[C]sippi
But that's what [G]made me leave Route [F]3 Box 250 [C]D
(Thanks to Barry Thomas for tabs)
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