Tonart: A major•
Verse 1
A
D
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D
A
Like a
broken old record,
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D
G
They never take quite as much as they give
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Bm
Hear them singing on Sunday,
Bm
see the pain and the loss
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That's just the way that we live
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A
in this old town.
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A
Ooh, ooh.
Well, Bain was a farmer,
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A
was a mean old man.
D
Used to scream at us kids
G
D
to chase us off of his land.
Bm
But you know last summer,
E
old Bain broke his arm.
G
All the neighbors pitched in,
Bm
and they painted his barn.
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That's just the way that we live,
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A
this old town
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A
This old town
F#m
G
E
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E
This old town is home to me
F#m
G
E
A
E
This old town's my history
F#m
G
Learned to be the best
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F#m
that I could be
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A
This old town
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D
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This old town
Em
G
Traveled all across this nation
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D
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Chasing down some crazy dreams
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G
The folks in this old town
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D
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D
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D
Are the folks who care for me
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D
So children, listen to what I say
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D
I know how you feel,
G
I used to feel that way
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Bm
You can pack up your things
E
and take off on your own
Bm
gonna call your home
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A
And you can bury my heart
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F#m
G
E
This old town is home to me
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E
F#m
G
E
A
This old town's my history
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F#m
G
Go ing to be the best
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F#m
that I could be
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A
This old town
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A
D
This old town
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That's just the way that it is
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That's just the way that it is
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And you can bury my heart
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D
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This Old Town you
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