Bryan Martin - Never Coming Home: chords

         C#                            B
My granddaddy was a trucker, took his fair
share of bumpers
         F#
Chasing white lines for a dollar,
                     C#
but he never let us down
           C#                            B
Now I’m a different breed of drifter, I do
my kind of drifting
        F#
With a guitar and a bottle and I play
             C#
it good and loud
       C#                         B
I cut tail and run too often to a bar down in Austin
   G#                                           C#
If I forget the words, you can blame it on the Crown

Chorus:
                   F#                    C#
But you can bet I know about a lonesome road
               F#                 G#
You can bet I know about a heavy load
              C#
They call it playing for a living
         B
But the truth is it isn’t
    F#                  C#
As easy as a writing a song
         C#
Tell my babies I love 'em
           G#                       C# B F#
But their daddy ain’t never coming home

Well, I still remember hearing the roaring
of the engine
Rolling in the drive after one long run
And he worked himself to death, but on his death bed
He looked at me and said, "The job ain't done"
And I seen all I can see, just a guitar and me
Chasing every honky-tonk in the setting sun

Chorus

You can bet I know
About a lonesome road
You can bet I know
About a heavy load
They call it playing for a living, but the truth is,
it isn't
As easy as a-writin' a song
Tell my babies I love 'em
But their daddy ain't never coming home

Tell my babies I love 'em
But their daddy ain't never coming home
Ain't never coming home