Great Suburban Showdown

G Am Bm C G D C A D

        G        Am            Bm
Flyin' east on a plane, drinkin' 
                  C
all that free champagne
G                 D           
Guess I saw this comin' down the 
    C              A D
line...
  G                     Am        
And I know it should be fun, but I
  Bm                           C
 think I should have packed my gun,
         G             D          
Got that old suburban showdown in 
  C
my mind.


    G               Am            
Sit around with the folks, tell 
  Bm              C
the same old tired jokes
G                  D           C
Bored to death on Sunday 
              A D
afternoon
        G           Am           
Mom and Dad, me and you, and the 
Bm            C
outdoor barbecue
G                D              C
Think I'm gonna hide out in my room

G          Em                    
  I've been gone for a while, 
          Bm
made some changes in my style
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          C                G 
and they say you can't go home 
    F       F7
anymore
           Em                      
Well the streets all look the same,
            Bm               E
 and 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 
   D4
there

G           Am            
Out in the yard where my Daddy 
Bm              C
worked so hard
G                   D            
He never lets the crabgrass grow 
     C         A D
too high
        G              Am     
Oh the place hasn't changed and 
         Bm                 
that's why I'm gonna feel so 
     C
strange,
       G                D         
but I have to face the music, bye 
    C
and bye...


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G          Em                    
  I've been gone for a while, 
          Bm
made some changes in my style
          C                G 
and they say you can't go home 
    F       F7
anymore
           Em                      
Well the streets all look the same,
            Bm               E
 and 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 
   D4
there

       G          Am             
We'll drive into town, when this 
Bm                C
big-bird touches down
G                D           C  
I'm only coming home to say 
       A D
goodbye,
          G             Am   Bm  
Then I'm gone with the wind, and 
            C
I won't be seen again
            G               D     
'till that great suburban showdown
        C
 in the sky.

            G               D     
‘Till that great suburban showdown
        G
 in the sky