G C G
yea i catch my buzz in the black of the night
D C G
where nobody ever goes and the warm win blows
G C G
and if i lose my cool in the open then it shows
D G
that im down and i aint alright
G C G
i search my soul where there is no moon
D C G
the trees all cross and they're covered in moss
G C G
if the crickets wanna know then i'll tell em what i lost
D G
oh i got th tailgate blues
Am G
D C G
i aint sure where it all began
D G
somewhere round here i know
D C G
this bridge was a little more crowded then
Em D
i was playin her a tailgate show
C D
now im just sittin here alone
D C G
damn that AM radio
D G
for playin more than a song
D C G
my heart wont beat if the strings are broke
Em D
the melodys hittin me wrong
C D
right here where she belongs
D C
the crickets heard my story and i listened to em sing
G D
as i closed the tailgate up
D C D
aint no tellin what tommorrow might bring maybe me
C D
and a dixie cup but that wont be enough