DbGb
Getting tired of these concrete street
DbGb
Red lights and traffic jams
EbmB
I can't breathe trapped in this city
EbmDb
The office floor don't make
Been locked up doing 9 to 5
Worked my fingers to the bone
Everyone's trying to make their name
But at the end of the day it means I'll still be the same
ChorusGb
I don't care about yesterday
Ebm
?? the interstate highway
B
Looking back it's never been clearer
DbDbDbDb/Ab
Through the dust in the review mirror
Gb
I'd trade those city lights
Ebm
For the windows rolled down on the dirt road drive in
BDbDbDbDb/Ab
No place on earth that I'd rather go
GbDb
So take me home
Monday morning they'll be calling me
Thursday night they'll try the house
When they look in through my window pane
The only thing they'll see, is all my stuff's moved out
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