A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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[Intro]
C C C C
[Verse 1]
C Em F C
I struck out on the road tonight,
Am C F G
Redneck leather, Japanese tires.
Am E F C
Runnin' from a woman, lookin’ for a fight,
Am G F F
breakin' down from time to time.
[Verse 2]
C Em F C
When I woke up in the mornin', I must’ve lost my way;
Am C F G
wound up smack dab in the middle of Ghost Town, USA.
Am E F C
Backwoods, Mississippi, population 23;
F F C/G G
I came by to take a load off, now I never wanna leave.
[Chorus]
F G C C
Hmm, ain't nothin' to see,
F G C C
just a little patch of rough hidin' in the green.
E E
And you can tell the folks back home
Am F F
if they're still askin' after me
F G
I'm workin' it all out in Imo - [Interlude] gene.
[Interlude]
C Em F C
C G C C
[Verse 3]
C Em F C
Shotgun city and tiller motor oil,
Am C F G
streaks of lightnin’ buzzin’ on the coil.
Am E F C
I used to work all day, fuckin' work all night,
Am G F F
spill my heart out on the slide.
[Verse 4]
C Em F C
Well, it’s hard to make a livin' hidin' money in a can
Am C F G
'cause you can’t cash out what you ain't cashed in.
Am E F C
You take your dead-end job on a dead-end street,
F F C/G G
throw it on a record, hon, and put it on repeat.
[End-Chorus]
F G C C
Hmm, ain't nothin' to see,
F G C C
just a little patch of rough hidin' in the green.
E E
And you can tell the folks back home
Am F F
if they're still askin' after me
F G
I ain't ever comin' back,
F G
I ain't ever comin' back,
F G C C
I ain't ever comin' back to Imogene.
[Outro]
F F C C
F F C G
C Em F C
C G C C
C C C