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Truckdriver

G (320003@1)          C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G            C (x32010@1)             G (320003@1)             	     CWhen (x32010@1)I was a young girl, I wanted to be a truckdriver
	     G (320003@1)         C (x32010@1)          
I wanted to drive my whole life away
          G (320003@1)          BmI (x24432@1)would stop at all of the truckstops on the roadside and I'd 
  C (x32010@1)        AmOrder (x02210@1)the special with fries
              G (320003@1)	       D (xx0232@1) CThen (x32010@1)I would get back in my truck and drive for miles and miles
            G (320003@1)				       CI (x32010@1)grew up on a farm out in southern Ontario, I guess I was a lucky girl
         G (320003@1)				             CBut (x32010@1)our white picket fence was a bit of a joke, it was broke and it fenced me in
     G (320003@1)              BmSometimes (x24432@1)to get away I would lay myself down
        C (x32010@1)	AmIn (x02210@1)the sweet summer hay fields at night
                 G (320003@1)                          DI'd (xx0232@1)watch the headlights on the highway and I would
	      CDream (x32010@1)of a better life

Chorus:
          G (320003@1)CI (x32010@1)would drive
         G (320003@1)CI (x32010@1)would drive

I got my license when I was seventeen years old, it was my freedom ticket
I'd listen to rock 'n' roll on FM radio as I drove those country roads
Then I'd pick up a six-pack and a couple of friends and we'd just
Waste time, driving around
I'd feel the wind on my face, then I'd go get drunk in a field someplace

Chorus:
I would drive
I would drive

When I was twenty-two, I finished some school, packed up and
Moved out west
Sitting on my roof above the city smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
But there were buildings between me and who I wanted to be
And they started closing in on me
I got that "gotta get me outta this place" feeling again

So I got me a job stocking shelves for eight bucks an hour in
A small mountain town grocery store
And the women cashiers had been working there for many years or more
And their husbands worked the butcher line
While I tried to keep my stock in a straight line
But I was biding time and besides I never was the marrying kind

Bridge:
D (xx0232@1)       CI'm (x32010@1)hard because I've had to be
         D (xx0232@1)         CAnd (x32010@1)I'm scarred from my life's accident scenes
             D (xx0232@1)	
But singing taught me to feel something
 	          CIn (x32010@1)the midst of nothing
     	         D (xx0232@1)		CIt (x32010@1)got my heart pumping and put my hands on the wheel (hands on the wheel)

Chorus:
I will drive
I will drive

G (320003@1)		    CWhen (x32010@1)I was a young girl, I wanted to be a truckdriver