HARDY (US, country) – Orphan (Guitar)

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My momma she’s the Bible

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And my daddy he’s the ink

C
You put ‘em both together get exactly what you think

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A redneck with a rifle in a break the cycle shirt

C
Stained up in some red that’s either whitetail blood or dirt

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Back home, I fit in just fine

           C
But ‘round here it kinda feels like

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Somebody left me in a basket on the front steps

C
Screaming bloody murder at the church door

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Sitting on some songs nobody sung yet

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Guitars so damn loud it’s drowning out all them chords that Sixteenth Avenue was built on

C
Lord pleasе forgive me, I’m just tryna find my find my home

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All alonе just me and this middle finger sound

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The orphan of this country music town

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I tried to be the bullet that was s’posed to fit the gun

C
Chase the fame by playing the game that gets your record spun

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It ain’t like they went and kicked me

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Outside into the rain

          C
I’d just rather be that rebel kid with just one name like

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Somebody left me in a basket on the front steps

C
Screaming bloody murder at the church door

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Sitting on some songs nobody sung yet

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Guitars so damn loud it’s drowning out all them chords that Sixteenth Avenue was built on

C
Lord pleasе forgive me, I’m just tryna find my find my home

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All alonе just me and this middle finger sound

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The orphan of this country music town

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Of this country music town, yeah

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Somebody left me in a basket on the front steps

C
Screaming bloody murder at the church door

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Sitting on some songs nobody sung yet

C                                                Bb                   Dm
Guitars so damn loud it’s drowning out all them chords that Sixteenth Avenue was built on

C
Lord pleasе forgive me, I’m just tryna find my find my home

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All alonе just me and this middle finger sound

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The orphan of this country music town

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The orphan of this country music town