Cole Swindell – Ill Be Your Small Town (Guitar)

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Ain't nothing fancy 'bout how I talk

     C
It's little bit slow, full of ain't and yaws

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Somewhere between some old school Strait and McGraw

       G
I know you ain't ever been south of heaven

           C
But if you give me a red dirt chance I'm betting

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This one red light, two lane guy will grow on

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I can't be California

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But I can be your pine tree shade in the middle of summer

     C
Your tin roof, rain cover from the thunder

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Your back view hallelujah Sunday morning prayer

        Em7
You can go when you know that it's all spinning too fast

     D
Slow kinda road, thirty-five on the dash

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That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down

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You'll be my whole world, I'll be your small town

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You got me up all night like New York City

        C
You got the Beverly high heels, dressed kinda pretty

    G
And every time I get to hold you I get to go there

   C
So when you want a little bit of middle of nowhere

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But I can be your pine tree shade in the middle of summer

     C
Your tin roof, rain cover from the thunder

     G                                   C
Your back view hallelujah Sunday morning prayer

        Em7
You can go when you know that it's all spinning too fast

     D
Slow kinda road, thirty-five on the dash

C                            G/B                         Am7
That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down

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You'll be my whole world, I'll be your small town

                   Em7         D C
Yeah, I'll be your small town

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I'll be your Friday night, Miller Light midnight sixer

C
You be the shooting star, I'll be the wisher

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That back road flying, wind blowing through your hair

        Em7
You can go when you know that it's all spinning too fast

     D
Slow kinda road, thirty-five on the dash

C                            G/B                         Am7
That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down

             C                         G          C
You'll be my whole world, I'll be your small town

                 G          C
Girl, you be my whole world,

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And I'll be your small town

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I'll be your small town