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spotify:track:7MvfGFW6R14YIbNVbOpFjp --.-/watch?ds49aoRXIsF5CFkk Worked out on request for jamiekinch1 Please: rate (stars left unter sheet) or/and add favorite (heart right above) When you are looking for chords of another nice song you could send me a Personal Message. Please give it the VOTE it deserves (left beneath) and you could add to your favorites (right above). [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