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G Am Bm C
Flyin' east on a plane, drinkin' all that free champagne
G D C A D
Guess I saw this comin' down the line...
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And I know it should be fun, but I think I should have packed my gun,
G D C
Got that old suburban showdown in my mind.
G Am Bm C
Sit around with the folks, tell the same old tired jokes
G D C A D
Bored to death on Sunday afternoon
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Mom and Dad, me and you, and the outdoor barbecue
G D C
Think I'm gonna hide out in my room
G Em Bm
I've been gone for a while, made some changes in my style
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and they say you can't go home anymore
Em Bm E
Well the streets all look the same, and I'll have to play the game
Am
We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
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with the tv on with the neighbors there
G Am Bm C
Out in the yard where my Daddy worked so hard
G D C A D
He never lets the crabgrass grow too high
G Am Bm C
Oh the place hasn't changed and that's why I'm gonna feel so strange,
G D C
but I have to face the music, bye and bye...
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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 Bm E
Well the streets all look the same, and I'll have to play the game
Am
We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
C D D4
with the tv on with the neighbors there
G Am Bm C
We'll drive into town, when this big-bird touches down
G D C A D
I'm only coming home to say goodbye,
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Then I'm gone with the wind, and I won't be seen again
G D C
'till that great suburban showdown in the sky.
G D G
‘Till that great suburban showdown in the sky
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