Capo: 1
Girl you know I l[C]ove this town, lived here all my [G]life
Right up 'til you lef[Am]t me, figured this would be w[F]here I'd die
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout a U[C]-Haul, selling everything I c[G]an't haul
Get a load of you o[Am]ff my chest move out west, maybe U[F]tah
Find a little c[C]abin in the hills, in the mi[G]ddle of Nowhereville
Irish set[Am]ter, my old guitar, .22 ri[F]fle, and a rod and reel
Read that Bi[C]ble Mama gave me
Maybe st[G]umble on some words to save me
Think I'd re[Am]ally like the so[G]und of a mountain[F] breeze
And being s[G]omewhere,[F] where I can suffer in peac[C]e
Saw you last Sa[C]turday and I just about lo[G]st my cool
You were sittin' i[Am]n his car at the Tiger Mart by our o[F]ld high school
Back to square o[C]ne again, gettin' over you o[G]ver again
Girl I need to be somew[Am]here else, 'cause I don't trust myself around y[F]ou and him
I'm thinkin' ca[C]bin in the hills, in the mi[G]ddle of Nowhereville
An Irish se[Am]tter, my old guitar, a .22 ri[F]fle, and a rod and reel
Thumb through that B[C]ible Mama gave me
Maybe st[G]umble on some words to save me
You know I'd rea[Am]lly like the so[G]und of a mountain[F] breeze
And being somewh[G]ere, where I can suffer in pea[F]ce
No [F]TV, no tele[G]phone
H[Am]ang this heartache on a ra[G]inbow
And find a little c[C]abin in the hills, in the mi[G]ddle of Nowhereville
My Irish se[Am]tter, an old guitar, .22 ri[F]fle, and a rod and reel
Thumb through that Bi[C]ble Mama gave me
Maybe stu[G]mble on some words to save me
You know I'd re[Am]ally like the so[G]und of a mountain[F] breeze
And b[G]eing s[F]omewhere where I can suffer in pe[C]ac[-]e[G]
I can suffer in p[Am]eac[-]e[F]
Suffer in pea[C]ce[-][G]
[Am] [F] [C]
Girl you know I l[C]ove this town, lived here all my [G]life
Right up 'til you lef[Am]t me, figured this would be w[F]here I'd die
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout a U[C]-Haul, selling everything I c[G]an't haul
Get a load of you o[Am]ff my chest move out west, maybe U[F]tah
Find a little c[C]abin in the hills, in the mi[G]ddle of Nowhereville
Irish set[Am]ter, my old guitar, .22 ri[F]fle, and a rod and reel
Read that Bi[C]ble Mama gave me
Maybe st[G]umble on some words to save me
Think I'd re[Am]ally like the so[G]und of a mountain[F] breeze
And being s[G]omewhere,[F] where I can suffer in peac[C]e
Saw you last Sa[C]turday and I just about lo[G]st my cool
You were sittin' i[Am]n his car at the Tiger Mart by our o[F]ld high school
Back to square o[C]ne again, gettin' over you o[G]ver again
Girl I need to be somew[Am]here else, 'cause I don't trust myself around y[F]ou and him
I'm thinkin' ca[C]bin in the hills, in the mi[G]ddle of Nowhereville
An Irish se[Am]tter, my old guitar, a .22 ri[F]fle, and a rod and reel
Thumb through that B[C]ible Mama gave me
Maybe st[G]umble on some words to save me
You know I'd rea[Am]lly like the so[G]und of a mountain[F] breeze
And being somewh[G]ere, where I can suffer in pea[F]ce
No [F]TV, no tele[G]phone
H[Am]ang this heartache on a ra[G]inbow
And find a little c[C]abin in the hills, in the mi[G]ddle of Nowhereville
My Irish se[Am]tter, an old guitar, .22 ri[F]fle, and a rod and reel
Thumb through that Bi[C]ble Mama gave me
Maybe stu[G]mble on some words to save me
You know I'd re[Am]ally like the so[G]und of a mountain[F] breeze
And b[G]eing s[F]omewhere where I can suffer in pe[C]ac[-]e[G]
I can suffer in p[Am]eac[-]e[F]
Suffer in pea[C]ce[-][G]
[Am] [F] [C]
