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Tom:
C F G The air was cold that morning
C F G and the coffee tasted black
C F G He said play us a song, you're a first here,
C F G and I don't think that's too much to ask.
C F G But lonely and scared we declined here.
C F G Said maybe on my way back.
C F G But I've got mountains to cross before moonshine,
C F G and already a weight on my back.
C F Am G We tiptoed stumbling across at a heartbreaking speed,
C F G passed the parking lot on to the highway.
C F A G And to mumble one's thoughts is a heartbreaking deed.
Am G Maybe just one of you could go my way.
C F G He closed his eyes on the side of a church, right side of Tennessee
C F G But never slept that well next to strangers, anyway.
C F G C Waved goodbye to the footpath, colder now than he had grown to believe
F G C F G C F G One more cigarette to chase these night fears away.
C F G Yes, you can take me home, but I will not buy you dinner.
C F G C Well, I better head back now, lack of sleep has caused my blood to grow thinner
F G And these mountain roads can be quite treacherous
C F G C F G Step back sir - I may be small, but I can put up quite a fuss right now.
C F G C F G C F G I hate this part of town. Where every shop's closed down. I hate this part of town.
C F G C F G C F G C F G Right now, I hate this part of town. Where every shop's closed down. I hate this part of town.
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