Flatland Cavalry – Tall City Blues (Guitar)

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Well, I hate this town, hate this place

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There ain't nothin' to do

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Except go down to the bar each night

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And drink 'til 2

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I hate my job

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I'm always in a bad mood

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I fear I'm comin' down with a case

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Of the tall city blues

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Well, I'm a CPA, I got my B.B.A. from TTU

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I crunch numbers in a highrise

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Countin' barrels o' crude

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Me and my buddies bitch in the breakroom

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'Cause our boss went golfin' this afternoon

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Left us to fend for ourselves

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In the tall city blues

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Tall city dreamin' is the difference

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In believin' in makin' a livin'

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Or lovin' what you do

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Raisin' a family among strangers

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And wildcatters who

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Were brought here by the boom

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With tall city blues

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This one bedroom apartment

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Is takin' all my dough

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Fifteen hundred a month

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For Venetian blinds and stained concrete floors

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Lay back in my king size bed

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Each night where I sleep alone

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Dreamin' about my next move

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Outta these tall city blues

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Tall city dreamin' is the difference

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In believin' in makin' a livin'

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Or lovin' what you do

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Raisin' a family among strangers

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And wildcatters who

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Were brought here by the boom

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With tall city blues

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Got laid off this morning

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Did you not hear the news

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We took too much out of the ground

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We knew what to do

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Tonight no one gives a damn

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Whether your collar's white or blue

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We'll drain our glasses by the masses

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And make a toast

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To the tall city blues

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Let's drain our glasses by the masses

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And make a toast

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To the tall city blues Oh

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Tall city dreamin' is the difference

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In believin' in makin' a livin'

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Or lovin' what you do

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Raisin' a family among strangers

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And wildcatters who

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Were brought here by the boom

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With tall city blues

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We'll all be strangers soon

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With tall city blues