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[Verse 1]
Am Em
I'm a late bloomer
G Am
With nothing to fall back on
Em
She's done gone with the roses
G Am
And I ain't got no kinda home
G
The silver mist hangs like wet smoke
Em Am
Draped across the burning moon
G
And I don't need no reason
Em Am
To pen a sad and lonesome tune
[Pre-Chorus]
C G Em
We've got ballads sliding out our shirtsleeves
C G
And for a soft place to dream
Em
We'll sing you two or three
[Chorus]
Am G
Below the Fall Line
Am G
They still eat fire
Am G
It's in our nature
Dm
To build empires
F
That's what I've found
C
That's what we're bound to
G
What we're bound to
[Verse 2]
Am G
It's door deals and spider bites
Em Am
Pulled-pork plates and calamine
Am G
Barreling through a phantom swamp
Em Am
Concerned not with our design
G
Louisiana up through Arkansas
Em Am
What I wouldn't do for a cold beer
G
Canebrakes and speed traps
Em Am
I miss my boys something fierce
[Pre-Chorus]
C G Em
We've got ballads sliding out our shirtsleeves
C G
And for a soft place to dream
Em
We'll sing you two or three
[Chorus]
Am G
Below the Fall Line
Am G
They still eat fire
Am G
It's in our nature
Dm
To build empires
F
That's what I've found
C
That's what we're bound to
G
What we're bound to
Am G
Below the Fall Line
Am G
They still eat fire
Am G
It's in our nature
Dm
To build empires
F
That's what I've found
C
That's what we're bound to
G
What we're bound to
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