E A E In a small corner bar, he sits there a-drinkin' E A E Lost as a ball in a field full of corn E A E Further away than he ever imagined B7 A E That he'd ever end up from the place he was born And for everyone you meet, there's a whole mess of people Tryin' like hell to pull you on down To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin' In the mess that they've made, in the gutter they found Chorus: A E He'd rather be dead than alive one more minute B7 A E In this godforsaken town A E When he was a kid, Lord, he'd never have dreamt it F#m All the ways that the city can A E bring a country boy down Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces And he knew not the how nor the reason for why You could ever wake up and wanna keep on a-livin' In a place where a friend is such a hard thing to find And for everyone you meet, there's a whole mess of people Tryin' like hell to pull you on down To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin' In the mess that they've made, in the gutter they found Chorus E A E Some fellas do pills and things of that nature A E Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm A E Some fellas get by on practically nothin' B7 A E Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar Chorus: And they'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When they were all kids, Lord, they'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA E F#m B7 |