Home To Houston Chords by Steve Earle

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When I pulled [Ab] out a Pazra, [Eb] they all wish me luck, just like they [Bb] always did [Eb] before.
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[Eb] With a [Ab] bulletproof screen [Eb] on the hood of my truck, and a Bradley [Bb] on my [Eb] back door. _
[Ab] I [Bb] wound her up [Eb] and I shifted her, [Ab] and I offered [Bb] this prayer [Eb] to my [Bb] Lord.
[Eb] I said, God get me back home to Houston life, and I won't [Bb] drive a truck [Eb] anymore. _
It's early in the morning, I'm rolling [Ab] past, I'm on 9,000 gallons of high-taste gas.
Sergeant on the radio hollering at [Fm] me, he said, look out over [Eb] here, there come a harpoon.
If I ever get home to Houston life, and I won't [Bb] drive a truck [Eb] anymore. _
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Well, I've driven big rigs for all of my life, my [Bb] radio handles [Eb] trim.
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[Eb] I've skied [Ab] mountain roads [Eb] on darkest nights, I've had ice [Bb] water in my [Eb] veins.
And [Ab] I come [Bb] over here, cause [Eb] I just [Ab] didn't care, I'm older [Bb] and wiser [Eb] by _ [Bb]
far.
If I [Ab] ever get [Eb] home to Houston life, and I won't [Bb] drive a truck [Eb] anymore. _ _
[Ab] Big rig got a money, [Eb] what's wrong with me?
I know my mother's good, but I can't see.
Can't take everything, and it ain't no lie, I [F] don't want no one to get me, [Eb] I'll see you on the dot.
If I ever [Ab] get home [Eb] to Houston life, and I won't drive [Bb] a truck anymore. _ _
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