Paint This Town
Recorded by Old Crow Medicine Show
Album: Paint This Town (2022)

(No Capo)

(Intro.)
|(G) / (G/D) / |(G) / (F)(C)| x 2

(Verse)
(G) Ever since I was a young boy (F)(C)
(G) I had a wandering soul (F)(C)
(G) I walked and crawled across six (F)state (C)lines
(G) By the time I was 8 years old (F)(G)
(C) I landed in some cornfield (F)(G)
(C) They called a town on the grow
(F) So (C)I (G)climbed up on that water tower man
(F)But (C)the (G)city was a no show (F)(G)
And (C)that’s when I spied you but we didn’t mind
(C)All night truck stops, drive-ins, dives
We were, (G) teenage troubadours hopping on (F)boxcars
(C) For a (G)hell of a one-way ride (F)(C)

(Chorus)
(D) It’s just a Waffle House jukebox (F)(C)
(D) My brains are scattered around (G)(D)
But (C)one of these days you and me, babе
We’re gonna (C)spill the wholе bucket
And paint this (G)town
 D     D    E   A A E
(C)Paint (F)this (G)town (C)(F)

(Verse)
(G) Paint it red and white for Old Glory
(F) Paint it (C)blue for the (G)cops tailing your old man’s Ford
(F) Shimmy (C)up them (G) power lines and paint some anarchy signs
(F) 'Cause that’s (C)what you do (G) when you’re 15 years old (F)(G)
(C) We’ll paint it yellow for a warning
(C) They’ll never take us alive
(F) Now (C)we’ve (G)given our hearts to this heartbreak city (F)

(C)Where farm (G)kids go to make out or die (F)(C)

(Chorus)
(D) It’s just a Waffle House jukebox (F)(C)
(D) My brains are scattered around
But (C)one of these days you and me babе
We’re gonna (C)spill the wholе bucket
And paint this (G)town
(F)Paint (C)this (G)town

(Solo)
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|(G) / / / |(G) / / / |(G) / / / |(G) / / / |
|(Em) / / / |(Em) / / / |(Em) / / / |(Em) / / / |
|(D) / / / |(D) / / / |(D) / / / |(D) / /

(Verse)
Now the (G) train don’t stop like it used to
(F) Inter-(C)state (G)missed by more than a mile
(F) Still all (C)these (G)trailer park kids (D)
(F) That (G)grow up thinking this (F)
Is a (C) place (G) they (D)will (F)survive (G)
And (C)you and me, babe, we faded away
Like the (C)yearbook page foretold
Now (G)all we got left is the dirt under my fingernails from
When (G)we went digging for gold

(Chorus)
(D) It’s just a Waffle House jukebox
(D) Bright lights spinning around
But (C)one of these days they just might light your way
Make you (C)spill the whole damn bucket
And paint this (G)town
(C)Paint (F)this (G)town
(C)Paint (F)this (G)town

(Outro.) 
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