F A# I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of C A# You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it F A# And I'll admit it, girl I said it and I meant it C A# Yeah, I loved you for a minute but we damn sure different F A# It's been a week since you went and hit the highway C A# You made it clear that I oughta have it my way F A# But my way looks a whole lot better C F With just my truck in the driveway Chorus: F A# C And I hope you find you a high rollin' high rise view A# That you don't get in the country F A# And I hope you find you a guy C A# With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money F A# And it ain't that I want you to think C A# That I hate every single little thing you do F A# But when you say that I ain't ever gonna C find nobody just like you A# F A# C F Well, I hope that's true You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash I was high but I guess I wasn't high class Enough to show up with you on your arm We were never gonna be two kids on a farm Chorus F A# I could sit here bitter and bitchin' C A# Wishing things woulda gone different F A# But that don't sound nothin' like me at all C A# Honey, who the hell am I kiddin' Chorus A# C Yeah, I hope that's true A# F Oh, I hope that's true A# C A# And I hope that's true | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C F |