I'm not Rober[G]t Frost[D] if I [B]wrote a poem about the [C]weather it would [G]start in my [D]car digging [B]out for an [C]hour and this [G]town is all just [D]dirt and earth and a [B]little lie and a [C]bigger hurt no, I [G]shouldn't have left my [D]house in the first place I [B]guess, but I [C]always go [G]back to [D]where I'm...