A Feedbag Of Truckstop Poetry

[D]I pull o[Bm]ver for a feed[G]bag, i thought of you,
it wasn't [A]bad you had dir[D]ection and d[Bm]rive
and you [G]arrived at closing [A]time
to find[D] they wiped down the [Bm]bar
[D]and they built you a[Bm] bed [G]laid your head to [A]rest
and left you [Bm]try t[A]o true a[G]gain
you maybe [D]proud the[Bm]n as it was [G]always wish
for [A]thought i would i[D]magine you [Bm]off
maybe i could [G]see you a[A]gain
we could sit [D]down and have a [Bm]moment
and talk ab[D]out your suic[Bm]ide
and i would [G]put away your [A]death
if you could [Bm]put [A]away the d[G]ope
[G]and all our [A]enemies,
well [Bm]there's no time for y[G]ou to know them
[G]any crooked [A]mind disease
but [Bm]hopeless fools t[G]hey will be missing you
[G] [G] [G] [G] [G] [G]  [Bm] [Bm] [Bm]  [A]
[G] [G] [G] [G] [G] [G]  [Bm] [Bm] [Bm]  [A]
[G] [G] [G] [G]  [A] [A] [A]

I pulled over for[D] nostalgi[Bm]a
i thought of [G]suffe[D]ring the [A]joke
no one d[D]elivered the punch[Bm]line
no res[G]olution is [A]here
[D]i couldn't sharpen the [Bm]view
[G]and it's still drawn to [A]you [G]waiting
on the [A]new but then this[Bm] story
h[G]as no [D]end as [A]we continue [D]driving