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[Verse 1]
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Well we were suicide pirates on asphalt seas
A
  We burned that quarter mile in nine-point-three
        C#m
Drivin' bored-out stallions armored in chrome
       B
It was winner take all and loser walk home
A
  Sometimes it got so hot them pink slips glowed


[Chorus]
E             A
Down Brainerd Road


[Verse 2]
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  We parked them cars when we got done racin'
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  Cranked up that all night rock 'n roll station
C#m
  I'd run  my fingers through your long dark hair
     B
We'd fly with the fastest jet in the air
     A
'Til Will Hoyt would come and he'd, he'd run us home


[Chorus]
E             A
Down Brainerd Road
   E             A
Oh down Brainerd Road


[Bridge]
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  It's glory glory hallelujah and I,   I hope I don't explode
           E
I got me a four-fitty-four both feet flat on the floor
     B                      A             E
Just roarin', still roarin' down Brainerd Road
     A     E
Yeah yeah


[Verse 3]
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  Late one night my baby called
        A
And she says we gotta talk and that said it all
              C#m
And she said "Meet me at the San Ann by the quarter mile straight
         B
And I'll be there as soon as I can slip away"
      A
But I waited 'til daybreak and she never showed


[Chorus]
E                A
Down on Brainerd Road


[Verse 4]
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  So I went knockin' at her daddy's door
        A
He said   "You won the battle, punk, I won the war"
        C#m
I said "Where is she mister," he said "Baltimore,
   B
We burned down that clinic on Vance Road, we don't do that here no more"
  A
I jumped in that Camero and I stuck it to the floor


[Chorus]
         E                     A
And went roarin' down Brainerd Road
              E             A
Still roarin' down Brainerd Road


[Bridge]
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Ah, but these days I sit on the porch at my brother's house
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  and watch the sun set
   E
My niece and my nephew's playin' in the yard
                                B7
and I'm,  I'm just suckin' on a cigarette
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  My sister-in-law's in yonder foldin' laundry
               A
and lookin' at Wheel-of-Fortune with my brother
      E
I can hear them through that storm door
                     B7
goin' back and forth   about one thing or another
E                                                   A
  She waits tables while the kids are at school and   he runs a wholesale route
E                                            B7
 Between her tips and his commissions, after taxes are taken out
            E
They keep a roof over their head and they keep food on the table
                  A
and they just somehow just keep getting' by
                E
Waitin' on that day to come where they scrape up enough crumbs
        B7                         E
just to get a little piece of the pie

            A                                  E
So you just kiss my-- butt, Uncle Sam, and you kiss my brother's butt too
                                     B7
God bless America, but the hell with you
         E                                                          A
You done stole us blind and you sold us out to a circle of a chosen few
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And I see you on that poster pointin' your trigger finger at my grandson
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  I'm pointin' my middle one back at you


[Outro]
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Thank you!
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