Intro
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Verse 1
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just a hundred miles north of main street 
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granny’s in the kitchen crying 
  A               E 
brushes off at granny’s place 
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and granny’s place is slowly dying 
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and the grave of an old time cowboy 
 A              E   B7 
covered by the open sky 
  A                           E 
trapped by the rush and the fever 
  B7                  E 
for a pie of country pie 
 
Chorus
  A                       E 
just a hundred miles from sin 
             B               E 
there’s a place that took me in 
  A                        E 
cause a free man’s got to hide 
   A            B     E 
in a piece of country pie 
 
Verse 2
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feels like we’ve forgotten 
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what our hands were made to do 
  A                E 
how we’d like to bring back the times 
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when everything was free and new 
 
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and we’d land and we’d have walked off 
 A               E       B7 
down a freeway 8-lanes wide 
  A               B              E 
‘bout a hundred miles north of main street 
  A         B              E 
there’s a piece of country pie