INTRO:
D A E    D D E

VERSE:
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Ever since I was a young boy
E                     A A E
I had a wandering soul
E                                D     D
I walked and crawled across six state lines
E
By the time I was 8 years old

A
I  landed in some cornfield
 A
They called a town on the grow
      E                              D
So I climbed up on that water tower man
     D   E
But the city was a no show

     A
And that’s when I spied you but we didn’t mind
 A
All night truck stops, drive-ins, dives
          E
We were, teenage troubadours hopping on boxcars
       E
For a hell of a one-way ride


CHORUS:
B7
It’s just a Waffle House jukebox
B7                            E
My brains are scattered arou-ound
     A
But one of these days you and me babе
             A
We’re gonna spill the wholе bucket

                E
And paint this town
 D     D    E   A A E
Paint this town


VERSE:
 E
Paint it red and white for Old Glory
 D    D   E
Paint it blue for the cops tailing your old man’s Ford
 D     D        E                                  D
Shimmy up them power lines and paint some anarchy signs
               A           E
'Cause that’s what you do when you’re 15 years old

 A
We’ll paint it yellow for a warning
 A
They’ll never take us alive
           E
Now we’ve given our hearts to this heartbreak city
       E
Where farm kids go to make out or die


CHORUS:
Bm7                       B7
It’s just a Waffle House jukebox
B                             E
My brains are scattered arou-ound
     A
But one of these days you and me babе
             A
We’re gonna spill the wholе bucket

                E
And paint this town
 D     D    E
Paint this town


INSTRUMENTAL/G  O:
C#m    C#m
E     E
C#m    C#m
B   E B


VERSE:
         E
Now the train don’t stop like it used to
            E
Interstate missed by more than a mile
 D     D         E
Still all these trailer park kids
                       A
That grow up thinking this
      E
Is a place they will survive

     A
And you and me babe we faded away
          A
Like the yearbook page foretold
     E
Now all we got left is the dirt under my fingernails from
 E
When we went digging for gold


CHORUS:
 B
It’s just a Waffle House jukebox
 B7
Bright lights spinning around
     A
But one of these days they just might light your way
          A
Make you spill the whole damn bucket

                E
And paint this town
 D     D    E
Paint this town
 D     D    E
Paint this town

D D E
D A E