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[verse]
D                            G  D
south of (?pennsylvania?) on 95
D                                           G      D
I shouldn't lsiten to my friends cause they always lie
    D                     G             D
got beat by the cops just collecting my check
    D                  G          D
got maced by skins for macing his friends

A                      G  D    A         G          D
It's how I remember it anyway, I go back less these days
D                     G   D
ain't nothing what it was before
D           G        D
I took mine you took yours

[verse]
D               G G         D
west on Maine I can't help smiling
D                           G    D
mattress on the floor and a landline
D                 G    D
name written on a side walk
D                  G         D
can you claim what you ain't bought

A                    G  D   A             G          D
they're only stories anyway they get told less these days
D                     G   D
ain't nothing what it was before
D           G        D
I took mine you took yours

[interlude]
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[verse]
D                   G    D
south carolina high as a kite
              D                                 G      D
I should have listened to my friends cause they always right
D                   G      D
the older i get the less i need,
    D               G         D
the less i keep the less i'll leave

A                     G  D    A                       G        D
they're only memories anyway, there's so much more to do these days
D                     G   D
ain't nothing what it was before
D            G        D
i took mine, you took yours