[(intro)  ]C 

                    C 
I come from just the other side of nowhere, 
               F 
to this big time lonesome town, 
             G 
they got a lotta of ice an' snow here, 
                        F                                        C 
ain’t half as cold as all the people I've found. 
                                   C7 
Everywhere I try to go here, 
                         F 
somebody’s always trying to bring me down, 
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I’ve seen about enough to know where I’ll be bound. 

                  F                                         G 
I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin' on that old white 
 C                                         Am 
line between my heart and home, 
 F                                         G 
sick of spendin' Sundays, wishin' they were Mondays, 
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    sittin' in a park alone. 
                F                                G 
Give my best to anyone who's left, who’s ever done me 
 C                            Am 
any lovin' way but wrong, 
        F                                         G 
and tell them that’s the pride of just the other side 
                               G7 
of nowhere's goin' home. 

      C 
Takin' nothing back to show there, 
                     F 
for these dues that I’ve paid, 
                  G 
but the soul I almost sold here, 
             F                                  C 
and the body I've been givin' away. 
                                       C7 
 Fadin' from the neon nightime glow here, 
       F 
headin' for the light of day, 
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just the other side of nowhere, goin' home. 

                  F                                         G 
I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin' on that old white 
 C                                         Am 
line between my heart and home, 
 F                                         G 
sick of spendin' Sundays, wishin' they were Mondays, 
C                           C7 
    sittin' in a park alone. 
                F                                G 
Give my best to anyone who's left, who’s ever done me 
 C                            Am 
any lovin' way but wrong, 
        F                                         G 
and tell them that’s the pride of just the other side 
                               G7 
of nowhere's goin' home. 

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                  F                                         G 
I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin' on that old white 
 C                                         Am 
line between my heart and home, 
 F                                         G 
sick of spendin' Sundays, wishin' they were Mondays, 
C                           C7 
    sittin' in a park alone. 
                F                                G 
Give my best to anyone who's left, who’s ever done me 
 C                            Am 
any lovin' way but wrong, 
        F                                         G 
and tell them that’s the pride of just the other side 
                               G7 
of nowhere's goin' home.