Zac Brown Band – Junkyard (Guitar)

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 I have lived in a junkyard     where the weeds eat up the rain

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 You get anything there out of place    you know there's hell to pay

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 And he said, "You're as sick as you are lovely

F        C         G
 And in need of a hand"

F               C             G
 He tells me, “you are never worthy”

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 But I was just a child, you see, that was my reality

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 He had a sick little girl dirty and hard with a breast plate made of metal

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 She drives all day in her rusty Buick and her feet don't reach the pedals

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 Got a jar of flies, her father's disguise where his heart should be

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 Her mouth is sown together, she screams with those eyes (screams with those eyes)

F          C               G
 She's as sick, as she is lovely

F        C          G 
 And in need of my hand where he uses his hands

F                C             G
 He tells her, “you are never worthy”

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 She was all alone you see, that was her reality

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                                 yeah

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 Well I shoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming but I wake up to broken glass

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 There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class

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 I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand 

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 To save my poor mother from the junk yard man

F         C              G
 He's as sick as she is lovely

F        C         G
 And in need of a hand

F          C            G
 He will know he's not worthy

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 When he dies alone you see, that's his reality

F         C          G
 I'm not sick, I am lovely

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 Hatred is the curse of man

F        C          G
 I will not feel unworthy 

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 'Cause I've washed my hands you see, that's my reality