# Out Past the Ol' County Line *Sidewinder* **Key:** G Major **Tempo:** 108 BPM **Time Signature:** 4/4 [Verse 1] There was a gravel road behind Miller's Creek That everybody knew but nobody could speak About in front of momma or the sheriff in town But every Friday night we'd all wind up there somehow Old Chevrolets and Fords lined up in the grass Bonfire burnin' while a radio played Cash A couple folding chairs and a cooler full of dreams Back when life was simpler than it seems [Pre-Chorus] No GPS and no grand plans Just a tank of gas and a few good friends [Chorus] Out past the ol' county line Where the stars shine brighter than the neon signs Ain't nobody worried 'bout the hands of time We were just young and alive Out where the world got left behind And freedom rode shotgun every Friday night Lord, if I could go back just one more time I'd be out past the ol' county line [Verse 2] That's where Tommy kissed Jenny for the very first time Where Bobby swore his old truck could outrun any kind Of trouble we could find, though we usually did Funny how we all survived being dumb young kids Some have moved away and some still live around Some are six feet deep beneath this Oklahoma ground But every now and then when I close my eyes I'm right back there again [Pre-Chorus] Dust in the air and a moonlit sky Thinking those nights would never die [Chorus] Out past the ol' county line Where the stars shine brighter than the neon signs Ain't nobody worried 'bout the hands of time We were just young and alive Out where the world got left behind And freedom rode shotgun every Friday night Lord, if I could go back just one more time I'd be out past the ol' county line [Bridge] We thought life was waiting somewhere down the road Turns out those were the days we'd miss the most [Instrumental Break] [Telecaster and fiddle trading licks] [Final Chorus] Out past the ol' county line Where the stars shine brighter than the neon signs Ain't nobody worried 'bout the hands of time We were just young and alive Out where the world got left behind And freedom rode shotgun every Friday night Lord, if I could go back just one more time I'd be out past the ol' county line [Outro] Yeah... Out past the ol' county line
