Am                        G
Well, the trouble with tires is they never grow tired
    F                C
Of rolling out open road
            G                       F
And there's always a line that you can't seem to find
                     Am
As down the road you go

Am Am/E Am/G x2

[VERSE 2]

        Am                    G
So I'll always take horses to do my work
            F               C
though the pay is hard to grow
          G                           F
And they bow down their heads in the devil's weeds,
                  Am
Toss them to and fro

Am Am/E Am/G Am

[CHORUS]

         F
To and fro-uh-oh
     C           G
To and fro-oh-oo-oh
 F
Down in the devil's weeds
             C       G
And on they go-uh-uh-oh

Am Am/E Am/G x3

[INTERLUDE]

Am G F C G F Am Am/E Am/G Am Am/E Am/G x2

[VERSE 3]

        Am                      G
Long before the trains on the great wide plains
           F            C
Where the antelope did roam
     G                      F
The cold was stern and the sunshine burned
                         Am
At night the sky would glow

Am Am/E Am/G x2

[VERSE 4]

         Am                       G
And the wind touched down on the rolling ground
            F                 C
Where the prairie grass did grow
        G                           F
And it danced in waves through the paper blades
                    Am
Tossed them to and fro

Am Am/E Am/G Am

[CHORUS]

         F
To and fro-uh-oh
     C           G
To and fro-oh-oo-oh
 F
Far from the roving eye
             C       G
And on they go-uh-uh-oh

Am Am/E Am/G x3

[INTERLUDE]

Am G F C G F Am Am/E Am/G Am Am/E Am/G x2

Am

[CHORUS]

         F
To and fro-uh-oh
     C           G
To and fro-oh-oo-oh
 F
Far from the roving eye
             C       G
And on they go-uh-uh-oh