Capo 3 

Intro: D   Em   D   Em 

                D                    Em 
Not a whole lot goin' on, small town Friday night 
               G                                   D 
Revin' up at a red light on your mark, get set, go 
                                                           Em 
Passin' mom and pop restaurants, seein' four trucks parked out front 
                          G                                         D 
Guess you gotta make your own fun when you're stuck in a place this slow 
        A                      Bm            G                      D 
There's only two means of sal vation around here that seem to work 
G                                             A 
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival 


[Refrão]
 
         D                        Bm   A           Em 
When you don't seem to run on ei ther side of the fence 
People act like you don't make sense 
      G 
These big town dreams that I've been chasin' 
     D     Bm   A         D    Em A 
Will never come true if I wind up stayin' 
      D                     Bm  A    F#m 
And I don't want to fall in the same rut 
Em                              F#m      G 
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now 
              Em             G             A              D 
Why do I hang around in this church pew or barstool kinda town 

Inst:  Em   F#m   Em 

                   D                           Em 
I'm like that A.M. station that never comes in right 
                       G                                           D 
Till you pass the city limit sign that's the only time it all gets clear 
                               Em 
It's crystal clear that I just need to find 
                      G                                  D 
A place where this is no lines nothin' like it is around here 
A                  Bm                   G                     D 
Someplace where it don't feel like this world revolves around 
G                                             A 
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival 

Repeat Chorus 

Inst:  Em   G   D   

A                 Bm                   G                     D 
Here it sometimes feels just like this world revolves around 
G                                             A 
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival 

         D                        Bm   A           Em 
When you don't seem to run on ei ther side of the fence 
People act like you don't make sense 
      G 
These big town dreams that I've been chasin' 
     D     Bm   A         D    Em A 
Will never come true if I wind up stayin' 
      D                     Bm  A    F#m 
And I don't want to fall in the same rut 
Em                              F#m      G 
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now 
              Em             G             A              Bm 
Why do I hang around in this church pew or barstool kinda town 

              Em  F#m            G      A              D 
I need to get out of this church pew or barstool kinda town 

Outro: Em   F#m   Em   D