Three Chords

Lyrics: Kace Vega Music: Kace Vega Dust on my boots Warrant on my name Preacher said repent I just raised my flame Poker chips and pay phones All I ever owned Left that county line Like it was set in stone

I’m ridin’ on three chords and a .45 Half tank of gas And a long goodbye Devil in the back seat Angel on my side Heart like a drum And I’m born to drive Yeah I’m livin’ on three chords and a .45

Met her in a dive bar Lipstick on my glass Laugh like gasoline Burnin’ up my past She said “Boy You’re trouble” I said “You ain’t wrong” We carved our fake names In the backroom stall

I’m ridin’ on three chords and a .45 Half tank of gas And a long goodbye Devil in the back seat Angel on my side Heart like a drum And I’m born to drive Yeah I’m livin’ on three chords and a .45

State line in the rearview Red and blue fade slow If they ask you where I’m headed Tell ’em you don’t know ’Cause I ain’t chasin’ heaven I ain’t runnin’ from hell I’m just a cracked-up saint With a story to sell

I’m ridin’ on three chords and a .45 Half tank of gas And a long goodbye Devil in the back seat Angel on my side Heart like a drum And I’m born to drive Yeah I’m livin’ on three chords and a .45 ’Til the day I die Three chords and a .45