Intro
C      C      C      C 
 
Verse 1
C          Em         F      C 
  I struck out on the road tonight, 
Am        C        F          G 
  Redneck leather,   Japanese tires. 
Am               E      F               C 
  Runnin' from a woman,   lookin’ for a fight, 
Am         G                 F       F 
  breakin' down from time to time. 
 
Verse 2
C                       Em       F                   C 
  When I woke up in the mornin',   I must’ve lost my way; 
Am               C                    F             G 
  wound up smack dab in the middle of Ghost Town, USA. 
Am                 E      F             C 
  Backwoods, Mississippi,   population 23; 
F                     F         C/G               G 
  I came by to take a load off, now I never wanna leave. 
 
Chorus
F   G                   C        C 
  Hmm, ain't nothin' to see, 
F                        G                   C        C 
  just a little patch of rough hidin' in the green. 
            E                   E 
And you can tell the folks back home 
                 Am           F        F 
if they're still askin' after me 
    F              G 
I'm workin' it all out in Imo - Interlude gene.
 
Interlude
C       Em       F      C 
C       G        C      C 
 
Verse 3
C         Em   F                  C 
  Shotgun city   and tiller motor oil, 
Am           C         F                G 
  streaks of lightnin’   buzzin’ on the coil. 
Am                   E    F                  C 
  I used to work all day,   f*ckin' work all night, 
Am         G           F           F 
  spill my heart out on the slide. 
 
Verse 4
C                           Em     F                   C 
  Well, it’s hard to make a livin'   hidin' money in a can 
Am                     C   F                       G 
 'cause you can’t cash out   what you ain't cashed in. 
Am                       E   F               C 
  You take your dead-end job   on a dead-end street, 
F               F            C/G               G 
  throw it on a record, hon,   and put it on repeat. 
 
End-Chorus
F   G                   C        C 
  Hmm, ain't nothin' to see, 
F                        G                   C        C 
  just a little patch of rough hidin' in the green. 
            E                   E 
And you can tell the folks back home 
                 Am           F        F 
if they're still askin' after me 
        F           G 
I ain't ever comin' back, 
        F           G 
I ain't ever comin' back, 
        F           G              C         C 
I ain't ever comin' back to Imogene. 
 
Outro
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C      Em     F      C 
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