INTRO:
F C G Am
F C G
NOTE: To get the sound she makes it involves
a pull off and then a hammer on.
F C G Am
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B -------1p0----0h1-1-
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VERSE:
F C
Hand-me-down dreams got me high in the rafters
G Am
Homecoming queen couldn’t be an outsider
F C G
So there I’d sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket
F C
I found a boy who was a stranger too
G Am
In a one-horse town at a table for two
F C
We had matching scars, matching tattoos
G
Both dyin’ to fit in
F C G
Ain’t that some shit
Am F C G
We’re just small town hypocrites
VERSE:
F C
And that scholarship was a ship that sailed
G Am
When I chose you and daddy gave me hell
F C G
I made myself into someone else just to love you,
G
Damn I loved you
F C
Took all my plans and I put ‘em in a box
G Am
Phantom pains for the wings I lost
F C
Had me circling rings in the catalogs
G
For seven years and you never got the hint
F C G
Ain’t that some shit
F C G
I’m just a small town hypocrite
CHORUS:
F Am G
Swore we’d be running, running, running this town
F Am G
But you’re just running, running, running around
F Am
And I’m staring at a picket fence
G
Wonderin’ where the hell time went
F Am G
I should’ve been running, running, running by now
F Am G
But I just hang around
F Am G
Ooooooooooohhhhhhh
VERSE:
F C
Love shot me out like a rocket
G Am
Never to return and man, I forgot it
F C
How it feels to fall from orbit
G
And land on a shifting sands
F C
I found my heart at the bottom of a bookcase
G Am
You said you needed space and damn that I bought it
F C
‘Til you moved in a vinyl-sided double-wide
G
With a couple of her kids
F C G
Ain’t that some shit
F C
You’re just a small town hypocrite
G
Ohhh oh
CHORUS:
F Am G
Swore we’d be running, running, running this town
F Am G
But you’re just running, running, running around
F Am
And I’m staring at a picket fence
G
Wonderin’ where the hell time went
F Am G
I should’ve been running, running, running by now
F Am G G F Am G
But I just haaaaaaaaaang arou-ou-ou-ound
OUTRO:
F Am G
Oh, now I bitch about how things turned and how they should’ve been
F Am G
The bridges that I burned and the trains I didn’t catch
F Am G
Like a small town hypocrite
F Am G
Just a small town hypocrite
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