Sturgill Simpson – Panbowl (Guitar)

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    I'd give anything to go back, to days I was young

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    All the way back to old Panbowl

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    I'd sit down on the lake bed, stare at the sun

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    Then I'd walk out in the water, let it cleanse my soul

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    Spend my days up on quicksand, and, there I would play

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    Wild as a rattlesnake, right from the start

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    I'd push August in, and, swing all day

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    Well, she was the first girl ever broke my heart

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    Miss the days when this old life

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    Was free from all this pain and strife

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    And all... the sorrow it has brung

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    I'd give anything to go

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    All the way back to Panbowl

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    All the way back to days when I was young

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    Spend my summers hearing stories, about the one that got away

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    On the dock down at Watt's bar every, fourth of July

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    Uncle Everett was the coolest, never had a word to say

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    When he died's the only time I ever seen Papaw cry

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    Every Sunday we'd go visit my great grandma Mary Ann

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    Lord I cry, just thinking 'bout how good she was to me

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    My great granddad Elijah was a, coal mining man

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    Not a tooth in his head, but his eyes held the sea

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    Miss the days when this old life

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    Was free from all this pain and strife

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    And all... the sorrow it has brung

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    I'd give anything to go

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    All the way back to Panbowl

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    All the way back to days when I was young

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    I'd climb up on High Top, stare out as far as I could see

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    At the one and only home my heart has ever known