I Come From

 G


[Primera Parte]
G
Eggshell white
               D
Paint in your hair
                    C
Dirt beneath your nails
                            G
Years on the back of your hands


[Pre-Estribillo]
C                      G
Some things can wash clean
D                      C
And some, will stick around


[Segunda Parte]
G
Blades of St. Augustine
                          D
Scattered across the driveway
                       C
It still feels like Sunday
                     G
When I hear a cajun band


[Estribillo]
        Em
Every chamber of my heart
           C
Bears the mark
                G
Of what I come from
   Em
Sometimes our world falls apart
        C                    G
But I guess that’s what it takes
     D                        C
To find the part that cannot break


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[Tercera Parte]
G
Wooden table on a concrete slab
                            D
The fish were red and the crabs were
 blue
                    C
Every five gallon bucket
                    G
Carries a piece of you


[Pre-Estribillo]
C                      G
Some things can wash clean
      D                C
And some, will stick around


[Cuarta Parte]
G
Spilt beer and a deck of cards
                           D
An old bed sheet for a tablecloth
                        C
Some of those days are lost
                        G
But most I still come across


[Estribillo]
         Em
Every chamber of my heart
           C
Bears the mark
                G
Of what I come from
    Em
Sometimes our world falls apart
        C                    G
But I guess that’s what it takes
     D                        C
To find the part that cannot break


[Puente]
Em            C
I come from hard work
                     G             
I come from never giving up I come 
      D
from you
         C            G
I built cities from sidewalk chalk
D                      Em
Sailed the world in a cardboard boat
C         G                 D
I hope I always dream that big
C                    G
I put the whole damn kitchen
         B7              Em
In every pot of cold mud soup
C                     G           D
I hope I always put everything I got
D
Into what I do


[Pre-Estribillo]
C                      G
Some things can wash clean
D                      C
And some, will stick around


[Estribillo]
         Em
Every chamber of my heart
           C
Bears the mark
                G
Of what I come from
   Em
Sometimes our world falls apart
        C                    G
But I guess that’s what it takes
     D                          C
To find the part that cannot break


[Final]
            G
We cannot break