Little chords by Kyla Tilley

(original key capo 3)

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daylight; sun hits, the car heats up so hot I can barely move
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just me and the dog sleepin' in the backseat on the side of the road
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this dog has seen more of this world than most people I can name
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I got her down in texas so the heat's only botherin' me
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roll down the windows, air out the car some before drivin' on
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breakfast: soda crackers and water, check to see if... I'm runnin' low on gasoline

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don't ask me where I'm from, that's a question too hard for me to answer
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'cause I've been travellin' all my life and I don't recall just where I began
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I got nothin' but a few mixed tapes, an old typewriter, and a couple books
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some worn and faded photographs of the times I now deem to have been better
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an old-fasioned suitcase holding lingerie

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got the car, I got the dog, too; where's my house full of youngsters
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where's that man still telling me he loves me while his hairline's receding and his belly is growing
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once I was a little girl, run into my mother's arms;
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she told me one day I'd find love and be holding children of my own
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to think that I believed her then ain' t the hard part, nuh uh
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the hardest part is I'm still wishing that she was right

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a good five years has past since I had someone happy just to hold me
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and I was sober then, I had something better to depend on
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some people, they talk a lot and fill you up full of wondrous notions
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and I'm sick of people who just talk, so if you say it, please mean it
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and I'm dancing in a grimy bar for the clientele of a toothless man
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stealing change just to stay alive and drinking because I need to
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one by one I've managed to push away every friend I've made

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I will sing a bitter song when I sit to write my memoirs
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with a bottle of something hard to wash down my prescription
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and when I look back on it, all my stories are pretty hateful
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and I got a few happy ones too, but all they do... is make me cry

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