C
I'd like to say it was perfect
C
Growing up was a fairytale
C
But Hollywood don't make no movies
F C
About a house up on wheels... down a dirt road, Mississippi
G F C
Tucked back in the trees Route 3 Box 250 D
C
Well the man my mama married
C
Had a mean streak in his blood
C
And when he took to drinking
He'd take it out on us
F
And I could hear my mama crying
C F C
That made it hard to sleep Route 3 Box 250 D
F C
That's where I became a man, Long before my time
F
And since I left I ain't been back
G
But I go back in my mind
C
Thank God for Buford Bailey
C
He had a pond he'd let me fish
C
That's where I'd run off to, every chance I'd get
F
And I would pray that God was listening
C F C
And He'd come rescue me Route 3 Box 250 D
F
Then one day, my uncle pulled up, in a pickup truck
C
Loaded up everything
C G
Wasn't much, but it was everything
C
I'd like to say it was perfect
C
Growing up was a fairytale
C
But Hollywood don't make no movies
F C
About a house up on wheels... down a dirt road, Mississippi
G F C
But that's what made me leave Route 3 Box 250 D
[Thanks to Barry Thomas for tabs]
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