Verse 1EAE
In a small corner bar, he sits there a-drinkin'
F#mAE
Lost as a ball in a field full of corn
F#mAE
Further away than he ever imagined
BAE
That he'd ever end up from the place he was born
E
Now no more forlorn as the Creeker drank whiskey
AE
Than the one that you see outside of your eye
F#mAE
Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window
BAE
At all of the strangers on the corner outside
ChorusAE
He'd rather be dead than alive one more minute
BAE
In this godforsaken town
F#mAE
When he was a kid, Lord, he'd never have dreamt it
BAE
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
Verse 2EAE
Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces
AE
And he knew not the how nor the reason for why
AE
You could ever wake up and wanna keep on a-livin'
BAE
In a place where a friend is such a hard thing to find
E
And for everyone you meet, there's a whole mess of people
AE
Tryin' like hell to pull you on down
AE
To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin'
BAE
In the mess that they've made, in the gutter they found
ChorusAE
He'd rather be dead than alive one more minute
BAE
In this godforsaken town
F#mAE
When he was a kid, Lord, he'd never have dreamt it
BAE
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
BridgeEAE
Some fellas do pills and things of that nature
AE
Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm
AE
Some fellas get by on practically nothin'
BAE
Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar
ChorusAE
And they'd rather be dead than alive one more minute
BAE
In this godforsaken town
F#mAE
When they were all kids, Lord, they'd never have dreamt it
BAE
All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down
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