Tom: Am
Am G
Well, the trouble with tires is they never grow tired
F C
Of rolling out open road
G F
And there's always a line that you can't seem to find
Am
As down the road you go
Am Am/E Am/G x2
[VERSE 2]
Am G
So I'll always take horses to do my work
F C
though the pay is hard to grow
G F
And they bow down their heads in the devil's weeds,
Am
Toss them to and fro
Am Am/E Am/G Am
[CHORUS]
F
To and fro-uh-oh
C G
To and fro-oh-oo-oh
F
Down in the devil's weeds
C G
And on they go-uh-uh-oh
Am Am/E Am/G x3
[INTERLUDE]
Am G F C G F Am Am/E Am/G Am Am/E Am/G x2
[VERSE 3]
Am G
Long before the trains on the great wide plains
F C
Where the antelope did roam
G F
The cold was stern and the sunshine burned
Am
At night the sky would glow
Am Am/E Am/G x2
[VERSE 4]
Am G
And the wind touched down on the rolling ground
F C
Where the prairie grass did grow
G F
And it danced in waves through the paper blades
Am
Tossed them to and fro
Am Am/E Am/G Am
[CHORUS]
F
To and fro-uh-oh
C G
To and fro-oh-oo-oh
F
Far from the roving eye
C G
And on they go-uh-uh-oh
Am Am/E Am/G x3
[INTERLUDE]
Am G F C G F Am Am/E Am/G Am Am/E Am/G x2
Am
[CHORUS]
F
To and fro-uh-oh
C G
To and fro-oh-oo-oh
F
Far from the roving eye
C G
And on they go-uh-uh-oh
