Biography:
Mitchell was born and raised in Nashville Tennessee. He grew up around song writers and artist thriving in the Nashville music scene. Having family in the music industry instilled a musical drive to succeed and create music that tells a story and speaks true from the heart. From his soft timbre to his lyrics about life and love, Mitchell is truly one of Nashville's own.
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
|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
|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
