Suffer In Peace

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Girl you know I love this town, 
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lived here all my life
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Right up ‘til you left me, figured 
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this would be where I’d die
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Now I’m thinkin’ ‘bout a U-Haul, 
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selling everything I can’t haul
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Get a load of you off my chest move
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 out west, maybe Utah

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Find a little cabin in the hills, 
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in the middle of Nowhereville
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Irish setter, my old guitar, .22 
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rifle, and a rod and reel
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Read that Bible Mama gave me
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Maybe stumble on some words to save 
me
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Think I’d really like the sound of
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 a mountain breeze
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And being somewhere, where I can 
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suffer in peace

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Saw you last Saturday and I just 
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about lost my cool
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You were sittin’ in his car at the 
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Tiger Mart by our old high school
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Back to square one again, gettin’ 
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over you over again
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Girl I need to be somewhere else, 
‘cause I don’t trust myself around 
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you and him

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I’m thinkin’ cabin in the hills, in
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 the middle of Nowhereville
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An Irish setter, my old guitar, a 
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.22 rifle, and a rod and reel
                    C
Thumb through that Bible Mama gave 
me
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Maybe stumble on some words to save 
me
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You know I’d really like the sound
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 of a mountain breeze
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And being somewhere, where I can 
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suffer in peace

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No TV, no telephone
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Hang this heartache on a rainbow

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And find a little cabin in the 
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hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
           Am                      
My Irish setter, an old guitar, .22
   F
 rifle, and a rod and reel
                     C
Thumb through that Bible Mama gave 
me
         G
Maybe stumble on some words to save 
me
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You know I’d really like the sound
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 of a mountain breeze
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And being somewhere where I can 
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suffer in peace
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I can suffer in peace
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Suffer in peace