Voltaire – Hate Lives In A Small Town (Guitar)

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I hadn't yet seen chords for one of Voltaire's country songs so I tried to figure out the chords to "Hate Lives in a Small Town", my favourite Voltaire country song. This is just how I play it. It may not be 100% right for everyone but here is my way to play Hate Lives in a Small Town. Thanks :) Intro - D
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If you're headin' down the highway, down about route ten

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Get off on the last exit and take it around the bend

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You'll find a small town

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But don't go hangin' around

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'Cos hate lives in a small town

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 'Least that's what I have found

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The moms are in the kitchens, and they're baking pies

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They smell so good, they're made to cover up the smell of lies

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They're in a small town

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But pies don't cure all ills

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And hate lives in a small town

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 That's why those moms take pills

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Well, I went to the big city

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And everyone was wearing black

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If they saw that in my home town

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  They wouldn't stand for that

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I saw kids all covered in tattoos

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With Mohawks and purple hair

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But what really struck me

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 Was no one seemed to care

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The Knights they beat the Badgers when they played down in a square

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But they saved the biggest beating for a kid with longish hair

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They're in a small town

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That kid was me one year

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'Cos hate lives in a small town

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 More so if you seem queer

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The pastors in the pulpit, preachin' righteous lies

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And the congregation, they don't know he slept with all their wives

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They're in a small town

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And it's clear clear to see

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That hate lives in a small town

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 As does adultery

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Well, I went to the big city

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With my clothes in a pack

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When I got off at the station

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  There was no turning back

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I met freaks and creeps and weirdos 

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Loose women and some geeks

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And they were the nicest gosh darn people

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 I'd ever hope to meet

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When you roll into a small town, they're nice as they can be

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But at night they put on sheets and hang your sad ass from a tree

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They're in a small town

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Don't dare be different

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'Cos hate lives in a small town

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 Unless you're just like them

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So if you're livin' in a small town and you feel you're in a vice

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Buy yourself a ticket, kid, hell, just take my advice

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And leave the small town

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Be quick as you can be

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Get out of that small town

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 And you'll be free like me
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