Suffer In Peace

                 C                                G
Girl you know I love this town, lived here all my life
                     Am                           F
Right up ‘til you left me, figured this would be where I’d die
                          C                            G
Now I’m thinkin’ ‘bout a U-Haul, selling everything I can’t haul
                   Am                                F
Get a load of you off my chest move out west, maybe Utah

               C                           G
Find a little cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
         Am                        F
Irish setter, my old guitar, .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
            C
Read that Bible Mama gave me
        G
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
            Am              G                F
Think I’d really like the sound of a mountain breeze
           G        F                          C
And being somewhere, where I can suffer in peace

               C                         G
Saw you last Saturday and I just about lost my cool
                  Am                                  F
You were sittin’ in his car at the Tiger Mart by our old high school
                C                           G
Back to square one again, gettin’ over you over again
                       Am                                             F
Girl I need to be somewhere else, ‘cause I don’t trust myself around you and him

               C                          G
I’m thinkin’ cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
           Am                           F
An Irish setter, my old guitar, a .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
                    C
Thumb through that Bible Mama gave me
        G
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
                Am             G                F
You know I’d really like the sound of a mountain breeze
                G                             F
And being somewhere, where I can suffer in peace

   F          G
No TV, no telephone
 Am                        G
Hang this heartache on a rainbow

                   C                           G
And find a little cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
           Am                         F
My Irish setter, an old guitar, .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
                     C
Thumb through that Bible Mama gave me
         G
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
               Am              G                F
You know I’d really like the sound of a mountain breeze
     G     F                                C - G
And being somewhere where I can suffer in peace
                 Am - F
I can suffer in peace
             C - G
Suffer in peace