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Nashville Tennessee ukulele

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         F*                    F*             F          G     F*
From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs,
         F*                         F*                F    G       F*
From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I'd ever been to America.


       C          D          [don't know this bit]
And if I knew anybody who played pedal steel guitar,
     C              D          [don't know this bit]
I'd get them in my band and then my band would get real far,
           F               G                   E7              Dm
But I was raised in middle England, and not in Nashville Tennessee,
         F          G             F*
And the only person in my band is me.


A simple scale on an old guitar, and a punk rock sense of honesty.
I cannot fail, I've got this far with no knowledge of mid-west geography.


And if I knew anywhere where I could drive in a straight line
For hours in the desert, I'd drive for hours at a time.
But I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only person in this car is me.


Dm                F         F                   G           Dm
   And yes I'm in four-four time, and yes I use cheap cheap rhymes,
                    F        F*
But I try to make a sound my own.
Dm                 F        F                 G              Dm
   I know I don't break new ground, many have travelled this sound,
                     F          F*
But I try to make it sound like home.

           F  [hold]                     F [hold]
Well I've been to Texas state, I didn't think it was that fucking great,
And Nebraska is just a bunch of songs,
Holloway and Hampshire where I belong.
And I don't know anybody who plays pedal steel guitar,
All the city roads are twisted and I do not own a car.
I was raised in middle England, not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only thing I'm offering is me.

[the bit above after the two Gs is the same as 'if i knew...' etc]


Tabbed out by rouge_lettuce

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