Comfort In The Curves

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It was freezing cold in Dallas 
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when I made my get away
            Dbm               F#  
I out ran a cold front when I gave
              G#
 my truck the reins
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Barreling down I- 35 with one 
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thought on my mind
           Bbm           F#       
Forget the race, find an open 
              G#       Db
space, leave that city far
behind

G#                Db          G#
Well, hello there Austin, you 
              Db
look to be just fine
G#            Db         G#
Pardon me San Marcos but I'm trying 
to make some time
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There's a storm in my rearview and 
  Db         Bbm
a city on my nerves
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There's a peace of mind in the 
 F#
straight away
            G#             Db
And there's comfort in the curves

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I didn't pull off in Von Ormy 
              Db
like I normally do
                  Bbm           
I went on down to Dveine town, I 
          F#          G#
bought a six pack or two
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I glanced back across my shoulder 
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like a seventh season
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buck
                Bbm               
All I saw was a wall of clouds, I 
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hopped back in my truck

G#             Db         G#    
Guttentag, New Braunfels, how 
         Db
are you to day?
G#        Db          G#
Hola, ol' San Antone, please stand 
out of my way
          F#                       
There's a storm in my rearview and 
  Db         Bbm
a city on my nerves
          Db                  
There's a peace of mind in the 
 F#
straight-away
            G#             Db
And there's comfort in the curves

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Db                      Bbm      
Well I know that mother nature 
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will catch me in the end
                        Bbm      
But I'll put some miles behind me 
          F#               G#
before I turn to face the
wind
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Don't you leave that barn door 
       F#          Db
open, not even just a
crack
                   Bbm             
If I see a hint of daylight you'll 
G#           Db
never get me back

G#              Db          G#  
Well, hello old Batesville, do 
            Db
you remember me?
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And look out there La Pryor but 
   G#
I'm coming through can't you
Db
see?
          F#                       
There's a storm in my rearview and 
  Db         Bbm
a city on my nerves
          Db                  
There's a peace of mind in the 
 F#
straight-away
            G#             Db
And there's comfort in the curves

Db                           Bbm 
I say I'm barreling down I- 35 
    F#                G#
with one thought on my
mind
Db                        
Forget the race, find and open 
Bbm                    F#
space, leave that city
     G#                  Db
That damned old city far behind
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Leave that city way far behind.