Capo: 1

*=One strum

                C                               G
Girl you know I love this town, lived here all my life
                    Am                          F
Right up 'til you left me, figured this would be where I'd die
                         C                          G
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout a U-Haul, selling everything I can't haul
                  Am                              F
Get a load of you off my chest move out west, maybe Utah


               C                        G
Find a little cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
        Am                      F
Irish setter, my old guitar, .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
           C
Read that Bible Mama gave me
       G            
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
           Am            G              F                
Think I'd really like the sound of a mountain breeze
          G      F                        C
And being somewhere, where I can suffer in peace


              C 	  	        G
Saw you last Saturday and I just about lost my cool
                 Am                                F
You were sittin' in his car at the Tiger Mart by our old high school
               C                         G
Back to square one again, gettin' over you over again
                      Am                                           F
Girl I need to be somewhere else, 'cause I don't trust myself around you and him


              C                        G
I'm thinkin' cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
          Am                         F
An Irish setter, my old guitar, a .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
                   C
Thumb through that Bible Mama gave me
       G
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
               Am           G              F
You know I'd really like the sound of a mountain breeze
               G                           F
And being somewhere, where I can suffer in peace


  F        G
No TV, no telephone
Am                       G*
Hang this heartache on a rainbow


                  C                         G
And find a little cabin in the hills, in the middle of Nowhereville
          Am                       F
My Irish setter, an old guitar, .22 rifle, and a rod and reel
                    C 
Thumb through that Bible Mama gave me
        G
Maybe stumble on some words to save me
              Am            G              F
You know I'd really like the sound of a mountain breeze
    G   F                              C-G
And being somewhere where I can suffer in peace
                Am-F
I can suffer in peace
            C-G
Suffer in peace


Am     F      C*