| G | C | F | Em | |
| Living | free is | gaining on | me |
| G | C | F | |
| Can't keep | ahead of my | dreams |
| G | C | F | Em | |
| My re | lief | turned out a | thief |
| G | C | F | |
| Smooth as | rocks in the | stream |
| G | Em | |
| This old town is a | sad affair |
| F | Em | |
| You be glad | you're not there |
| G | |
| It ties your hands |
| Em | |
| It spikes your drink |
| F | Em | A | |
| I'd say more, | but I can't th | ink |
| G | C | F | Em | |
| Lazy Ji | m took a | bottle with | him |
| G | C | F | |
| Tried to | flag down a | train |
| G | C | |
| Left a not | e |
| F | Em | |
| Coul | dn't read what he | wrote |
| G | C | F | |
| A light came | on in my | brain |
| G | Em | |
| This old town is a | sad affair |
| F | Em | |
| You be glad | you're not there |
| G | |
| It ties your hands |
| Em | |
| It spikes your drink |
| F | Em | A | |
| I'd say more, | but I can't th | ink |
| D | G | |
| The hills are | gold |
| C | F | |
| Mornings are | cold |
| D | G | C | F | |
| Don't know a | soul on the | street |
| D | G | C | F | |
| I keep to mys | elf like | everyone | else |
| D | G | C | F | |
| Nobody sa | ys much to | me |
| G | Em | F | Em | G | Em | F | Em | A |
| G | C | F | Em | |
| Go to | bed, fight | thoughts in my | head |
| G | C | F | |
| In the time | between wake and | sleep |
| G | C | F | Em | |
| Rats to | kill, | contracts to | fill |
| G | C | F | |
| It's on | ice, but it won't | keep |
| G | Em | |
| This old town is a | sad affair |
| F | Em | |
| You be glad | you're not there |
| G | |
| It ties your hands |
| Em | |
| It spikes your drink |
| F | Em | A | |
| I'd say more, | but I can't th | ink |
| G | Em | |
| This old town is a | sad affair |
| F | Em | |
| You be glad | you're not there |
| G | |
| It ties your hands |
| Em | |
| It spikes your drink |
| F | Em | A | |
| I'd say more, | but I can't th | ink |
| G | Em | F | Em | G | Em | F | Em | A |