G Am Flyin' east on a plane, Bm C drinkin' all that free champagne G D C A D Guess I saw this comin' down the line... G Am And I know it should be fun, but Bm C I think I should have packed my gun, G D C Got that old suburban showdown in my mind. Sit around with the folks Tell the same old tired jokes Bored to death on Sunday afternoon Mom and Dad, me and you And the outdoor barbecue Think I'm gonna hide out in my room Chorus: G Em Bm I've been gone for a while, made some changes in my style C G F F7 and they say you can't go home anymore Em Well the streets all look the same, and Bm E I'll have to play the game Am We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs C D with the tv on with the neighbors there Out in the yard Where my Daddy worked so hard He never lets the crab grass grow too high Oh, the place hasn't changed And that's why I'm gonna feel so strange But I'll have to face the music bye and bye Chorus Drive into town When this big bird touches down I'm only comin' home to say goodbye Then I'm gone with the wind And I won't be seen again 'Til that great suburban showdown in the sky 'Til that great suburban showdown in the sky | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am Bm C D E Em F F7 G |