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Pickup Truck Song
by Jerry Jeff Walker

capo at 2nd fret

       C                        G
Yea, I used to look forward to Saturdays
      C                   G
When me and my grandpa'd get way
      F                  G                   C
We'd hop in his pickup truck and we'd go to town
                                F
We had a couple chores that we had to do
    C                       G
It didn't take long before we were through
  F                        G                 C                  
Then we'd let the pickup truck just wander around
             F                 G
We'd make a run to the county dump
             C     Am7/B   Am   C/G (this is just 
We'd always wave we saw someone       the bass line going down)

  F             Dm                 G
Grandpa make up a song as we rolled along
        F                   G
To the post office without fail
             C            Am7/B          Am   C/G
We get some feed and we'd check out the mail
        F                         G                    C
And we never took the same road twice on the way back home.

I spent a few years out runnin' free
I spent two or three in New York City
And I moved back to Texas tired, hell I'd had enough
I'd go to Luckenbach on Saturdays
Cause Hondo had a way to brighten up my day
He always made me laugh when we rode in his pickup truck
We'd make a run to the county dump
We'd always wave when we saw someone
Hondo'd make up a tale as we rolled along
To the post office without fail
He'd get some chew and we'd check out the mail
And we never took the same road twice on the way back home

Well I miss grandpa and Hondo too
I really miss the things that used to do
So last week I went out and bought me an old pickup truck
Now me and the kids spend Saturdays
We do fun things in a simple way
We love to start the day with a ride in the pickup truck
We make a run to the county dump
We always wave if we see someone
The kids love to make up a song as we roll along
To the post office without fail
We get some stamps and we check out the mail
Wnd we never take the same road twice on the way back home
Half the fun's gettin' lost on the way back home

same pattern

the turnaround in between verses is the same as the chords
starting with "to the post office..."