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There ought to be a town somewhere 
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Named for how I  feel 
Ab 
Yea I could be the Mayor dowm there 
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And say welcome to Sorryville 
Ab 
It wouldn't be on a map nowhere 
          Fm             Eb     Db 
You might say it that it don't exist 
Bb 
But if you make enough wrong turns 
Db              Eb 
It'd be hard to miss 
Ab 
There ought to be a bridge somewhere 
            Fm   Eb   Db 
They could dedicate to me 
Ab 
I'd probably come to the ceremony 
       Fm     Eb  Db 
With a can of gasoline 
Ab 
Walk on over to the other side 
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And there I'd light a match 
Bb 
And sit and stare through the smoke and the flames 
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Wondering how I'm ever gonna get back 
Db              Ab 
Why do I do the things I do 
     Bbm                      Fm 
Was I born this way am I am a self made fool 
Db                     Ab 
I shoot the lights and curse the dark 
Bbm                    Fm 
I need your love but I break your heart 
     Db                       Ab 
And I know the words that'll bring you back 
      Bbm                    Fm 
But I don't say nothing as I watch you pack 
  Db                    Ab                Bb 
I had to work to be the jerk I've come to be 
Db       Eb         Ab 
It ain't easy being me 
Ab                              Fm   Eb    Db 
Ought to be a side show act for freaks like me 
Ab 
Yea I could be the the star of the show 
        Fm          Eb  Db  
With my name on the marquee 
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In a room witha big red button that says danger do not touch 
Bb 
And twice a day  I'd mash it down 
Db                           Eb 
And you could watch me  self destruct 
Db              Ab 
Why do I do the things I do 
     Bbm                      Fm 
Was I born this way am I am a self made fool 
Db                     Ab 
I shoot the lights and curse the dark 
Bbm                    Fm 
I need your love but I break your heart 
      Db                     Ab 
And I know the words that'll bring you back 
      Bbm                    Fm 
But I don't say nothing as I watch you pack 
  Db                    Ab                Bb 
I had to work to be the jerk I've come to be 
Db       Eb         Ab 
It ain't easy being me 
 
 
>From Chris Knight "Chris Knight" 
Decca Records 1998  
Bash Music/Almo Music/Daddy Rabbit Music(ASCAP)