(intro)  C

            C
I come from just the other side of nowhere,
           F
to this big time lonesome town,
        G
they got a lotta of ice an' snow here,
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ain't half as cold as all the people I've found.
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Everywhere I try to go here,
              F
somebody's always trying to bring me down,
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I've seen about enough to know where I'll be bound.

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I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin' on that old white
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line between my heart and home,
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sick of spendin' Sundays, wishin' they were Mondays,
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    sittin' in a park alone.
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Give my best to anyone who's left, who's ever done me
 C                  Am
any lovin' way but wrong,
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and tell them that's the pride of just the other side
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of nowhere's goin' home.

   C
Takin' nothing back to show there,
             F
for these dues that I've paid,
           G
but the soul I almost sold here,
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and the body I've been givin' away.
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 Fadin' from the neon nightime glow here,
   F
headin' for the light of day,
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just the other side of nowhere, goin' home.

            F                          G
I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin' on that old white
 C                         Am
line between my heart and home,
 F                         G
sick of spendin' Sundays, wishin' they were Mondays,
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    sittin' in a park alone.
         F                    G
Give my best to anyone who's left, who's ever done me
 C                  Am
any lovin' way but wrong,
     F                             G
and tell them that's the pride of just the other side
                    G7
of nowhere's goin' home.

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            F                          G
I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin' on that old white
 C                         Am
line between my heart and home,
 F                         G
sick of spendin' Sundays, wishin' they were Mondays,
C                      C7
    sittin' in a park alone.
         F                    G
Give my best to anyone who's left, who's ever done me
 C                  Am
any lovin' way but wrong,
     F                             G
and tell them that's the pride of just the other side
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of nowhere's goin' home.