| D | Bm | |
| When you | find you can somehow |
| G | D | |
| Make it like all the rest |
| Bm | F#m | D | |
| Won't | need to | scrounge | around |
| F#m | A | |
| for | someone els | e |
| D | Bm | |
| Torn betw | een the unknown |
| G | D | |
| And a | place that you call ho | me |
| Bm | F#m | D | F#m | A | |
| And a | life you | want but | have | never known |
| Chorus* |
| G | D | G | |
| There was a | time could | put it out of your | mind |
| D | F#m | |
| Leave it all behind |
| A | |
| There was a time |
| D G 320303 D Dsus D |
| That time is gone |
| verse* |
| Well whats life in 50 years in this town done for you |
| Except to learn you name and place on a barstool |
| Spent your whole life in this county |
| You've never been out of state |
| Say your gonna make out before its too late |
| chorus* |
| bridge* |
| A | G | Bm | |
| There was a | time when nothing | seemed to make much | sense |
| G | A | |
| Now thats | turned more int | ense |
| G | Bm | |
| And all the | crutches(?) you kept ar | ound |
| G | A | D | |
| Are now | nowhere | to be | found |
| obligatory solo* :) |
| verse* |
| When you find you somehow make it like all the rest |
| Won't need to scrounge around for someone else |
| But now its ... life in some kind of trap looking for a way out |
| You keep movin' on that's what its all about |
| chorus* |
| END! |
| Notes: There are some places where you need to fake a couple of runs |
| like on the G's during the verses. And a couple of D's and A's lift |
| your finger place on the highest string - meaning the high e when |
| playing a D and the b when playing an A. When playing the bridge I |
| sometimes don't play the G (turned more intense) part. The |
| 320303 chord requires you bend the G string up a half step to get that |
| nice country octave effect. |
| Have fun! |