By Owen Temple
Written By Owen Temple, Jeff Burkhart, Gordy Quist
3/24/2010
[D]How did your [A]past get stuck in a pawnshop
Seems everything you [G]owned is held in [D]hock
At the [G]only store open on this [D]whole downtown [A]block
On a [G]shelf next to records and [A]pistols, I found your old gui[D]tar
I saw your [Bm]Chevy Nova down at the salvage [A]yard
We got [G]heartaches all around
Got [D]miles of rusted towns
I [G]sit back and wonder how it all slipped through your [A]hands
[G]Factories crumble away
Like the [D]long gone glory [Bm]days
Of a [G]broken [A]heart [D]land
Down in the alley by the warehouse
I found a painting on a wall that you did
You wrote your name in letters six feet high
So there's no mistaking this is where you lived
The dreams you had, thought they would all come true
But they just faded out like this old picture you drew
Chorus
Bridge:
So I [F#m]threw your old guitar off the bridge into the [D]river
[Bm]Driftwood taking on water slipping a[A]way
Solo
Chorus
Written By Owen Temple, Jeff Burkhart, Gordy Quist
3/24/2010
[D]How did your [A]past get stuck in a pawnshop
Seems everything you [G]owned is held in [D]hock
At the [G]only store open on this [D]whole downtown [A]block
On a [G]shelf next to records and [A]pistols, I found your old gui[D]tar
I saw your [Bm]Chevy Nova down at the salvage [A]yard
We got [G]heartaches all around
Got [D]miles of rusted towns
I [G]sit back and wonder how it all slipped through your [A]hands
[G]Factories crumble away
Like the [D]long gone glory [Bm]days
Of a [G]broken [A]heart [D]land
Down in the alley by the warehouse
I found a painting on a wall that you did
You wrote your name in letters six feet high
So there's no mistaking this is where you lived
The dreams you had, thought they would all come true
But they just faded out like this old picture you drew
Chorus
Bridge:
So I [F#m]threw your old guitar off the bridge into the [D]river
[Bm]Driftwood taking on water slipping a[A]way
Solo
Chorus
