Drive-By-Truckers - Zip City

Intro C Am C 
      Dm F C G X3

C
Your Daddy was mad as hell
Am
He was mad at me and you
      F
As he tied that chain to the front of my car and 
          Dm
pulled me out of that ditch that we slid into
C
Don't know what his problem is
Am
Why he keeps dragging you away
      F
Don't know why I put up with this s**t
         Dm                                  C
When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away

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     C                             Am
Your Daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church of Christ
       F                                    Dm
And He makes good money as long as Reynolds Wrap keeps everything wrapped up tight
C                              Am
Your Mama's as good a wife and Mama as she can be
          F                                       Dm
And your Sister's puttin' that sweet stuff on everybody in town but me
      G                                   Am              
Your Brother was the first-born, got ten fingers and ten toes
            F                                           Dm   
And it's a damn good thing cause He needs all twenty to keep the closet door closed

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Dm                             F                              C
Maybe it's the twenty-six mile drive from Zip City to Colbert Heights
                    G
Keeps my mind clean Gets me through the night
Dm                        F
Maybe you're just a destination, a place for me to go
         C                                 G                            Dm
A way to keep from having to deal with my seventeen-year-old mind all alone
                            F
Keep your drawers on, girl, it ain't worth the fight
        C
By the time you drop them I'll be gone
    G                                                Dm
And you'll be right where they fall the rest of your life

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               Dm                          F
You say you're tired of me taking you for granted
                          C                                       G
Waiting' up till the last minute to call you up and see what you want to do
           Dm                                 F
Well you're only fifteen, girl, you ain't got no secretary
         C                                   G
And for granted is a mighty big word for a country girl like you
Dm
You know it's just your Daddy talking
F                                           C
Cause He knows that blood red carpet at the Salem Church of Christ
            G                                  Dm
Ain't gonna ever see no wedding between me and you

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C                                    Am
Zip City it's a good thing that they built a wall around you
F                                  Dm
Zip up to Tennessee then zip back down to Alabama
      C                  Am
I got 350 heads on a 305 engine
      F            
I get ten miles to the gallon
        Dm                       C
I ain't got no good intentions