|F# B
|F# B

[Verse]
         F#                    B
She had faded red paint on her windshield
        F#                      B
Said, "Zero dollars down, come make a deal"
       F#                       B                    F#   B
Passed by it every day till I couldn't pass it up no more
         F#                                B
Rocking three good years and miss you lane
    F#                             B
A tailgate hanging on by a thread
        F#                                 F#m
With an old V8 knock-knocking on heaven's door

[Pre Chorus]
F#                    B
Lord knows it wasn't perfect
F#
But every hour I cut to earn it was worth it

[Chorus]
F#
Hell, yeah, those were the good days
F#                      B
Driving by my own rules
           F#               B
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway
F#                             B
Man, I never felt more cool
F#                                B
They say ain't nothin' like the first time
F#                   B
And it was love at first drive
         F#
Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school

[Solo]
|F# B
|F# B

[Verse]
       F#                             B
I was playing chicken with a check engine light
        F#
Sent a twenty dollar bill to the emission guy
          F#                                             D A#m F#
Got her shined up good for that game every Friday night
F#                     B
Lord knows it wasn't perfect
F#
But I was happy it was working
(Working)

[Chorus]
F#
Hell, yeah, those were the good days
F#                      B
Driving by my own rules
           F#               B
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway
F#                             B
Man, I never felt more cool
F#                                B
They say ain't nothin' like the first time
F#                   B
And it was love at first drive
         F#
Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school


|F# B
|F#     B        F#   B
 (That truck I drove)
|F#m B

[Bridge]
F#
I kinda wonder where she's at these days
F#                           B
I bet she's running like nothin's changed
F#                    G#m           F#
Duck tape, zip tie, static on the radio
E                                        F# B
Driving on the back, kissing on twenty-four

[Chorus]
F#
Hell, yeah, those were the good days
F#                      B
Driving by my own rules
           F#               B
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway
F#                             B
Man, I never felt more cool
F#                                B
They say ain't nothin' like the first time
F#                   B
And it was love at first drive
         F#
Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold old truck I drove in high school

[Outro]
F#                                  B
I kinda wonder where she's at these days
F#
I kinda wonder where she's at these days
F#                                  B
I kinda wonder where she's at these days
F#
I kinda wonder, I kinda wonder
F#                                   B
I kinda wonder where she's at these days
F#
I kinda wonder where she's at these days
F#
I kinda wonder where she's at these days
I kinda wonder, I kinda wonder