Jailbird

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   Dixie is a scourge and a scar
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   And a girl in my heart and a 
         D
state of mind
   Am           Em           D
   Jesus is the man with a plan
                      C       
   He's a short haired Mexican 
              D
friend of mine

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   This small town crowd should've 
Em
dragged you down
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   Can't leave your past behind
   Am         Em             D
   Wipers in the rain tap out time
         G          D
   Coming up on a new state line


        Am            Em
   I wanna be a jailbird
            G         D
   From the prison of my own damn 
mind
                   Am         Em
   Gonna get me a fast car
         G              D
   Set out and see what I can find
               Am               Em
   Brick up the well of tears and 
disappear
     G            D
   Leave myself behind
             Am          Em
   Gonna be a jailbird
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      G                 D
   From the prison of my own damn 
mind

 Am                  D
    Midnight, take a short cut
     C                   D
    Through the downtown cemetery
    Am                   D
    No stepping on graves
                C                 
    Check the statue of the Virgin 
D
Mary
                  Am               
    She's catching moonlight in the 
D
shadows
    C          D
    Revealing spider webs
          Am                    D
    Can you see the black widow
     C               D
    Hung between our lady's hands?

          Am            Em
    I wanna be a jailbird
   G                       D
    From the prison of my own damn 
mind
         Am              Em
    Gonna get me a fast car
        G              D
    Set out and see what I can find
               Am                 
    Brick up the well of tears and 
Em
disappear
    G            D
    Leave myself behind
             Am           Em
    Gonna be a jailbird
        G                     D
    From the prison of my own damn 
mind

    Am               G
    Now used to be when I was young
             Am           D
    I was so hungry for oblivion
     Am                      D
    My thoughts would linger
    Am               D
    Like fingers in a deadly web
    Am                          D
    But in time as sorrow showed 
it's face
    C                       D
    In kind I learned to ache for 
grace
    Am                        D
    To work and pray to one day Be
          C          D
    delivered whole, alive and free

                  Am            Em
    I wanna be a jailbird
   G                       D
    From the prison of my own damn 
mind
                Am              Em
    Gonna get me a fast car
                 G              D
    Set out and see what I can find
                 Am               
    Brick up the well of tears and 
Em
disappear
    G            D
    Leave myself behind
             Am            Em
    Gonna be a jailbird
        G                        D
    From the prison of my own damn 
mind