Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

x2 w/ harmonica

We don't know this road we ride on

We don't barely know ourselves

Don't take nothing for granted

Don't take nothing from no one else

The kids we were when we were younger

Rolled the years like cigarettes

She kept her dreams in her back pocket

An' I though I lost mine on a stupid race track bet

She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time

Spent a while in Minnesota

Trego, Minong, and the rest

Found and old friend and a malt shop and a junk yard

An' got the fever and headed west

The Rocky Mountains broke her ankle

Lake Louise broke her fall

We watched the seasons change Canada

You know it don't get much better than this at all.

She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time

Thumbed a ride outside the foothills

It felt like something in us died

So why'd they have to clear cut anyway she cried

You don't wanna pick on no one twice your size.

My old man lives out on the island

Apples, berries, pie, and jam

We had our fill so me and Jill rolled down the hill

To find some work for the winter months ahead

She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time

The northwest winters are cold and rainy

This old house up beacon hill

You know there's days we wanna roll outta here

When the weather clears we probably will

We don't take nothing for granted

And don't take nothing from no one else

we don't know this road we ride on

Hell, we don't barely know ourselves

We don't barely know ourselves

She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time