Greg Smith - It doesnt have you

^GClouds on the horizon, spreading^C out along a purple ridge ^GSteamy rain in parking lots, someone’s fishing^C off the Brazos River Bridge ^G The prairie dogs are gossiping, the summ^Cer wheat is flowing in the breez^Ge Brick red elevators, the baking ^Csun gives way to nightly freeze ^G

^BmLife goes on around me, even tho^Cugh you’re gone, it’s ha^Bmrd for me to reconcile the two ^{C Bm}Cause I thought this town had everything, but it d^Coesn’t have yo^Gu

^GThe lowing of the cattle, negoti^Cations out among the her^Gd ^GAnd if I might could talk with them, they might’^Cn understand a single word ^{G G}I’d try to tell ‘em ‘bout Sunday morning, The bells ring^C out and echo in the tow^Gn ^GCalling all the sinners home, to^C cross the River Jordan ‘fore they drown^G

^BmAll the smiling faces, as I walk^C along these streets, I ^Bmsearch their happiness to find a^C clue ^BmI thought this town had everything, but ^Cit doesn’t have you ^G

These th^Bmings should make me happy, but there’s a hole inside my h^Ceart I ^Bmneed someone to tell me what to do ^C C^Bmause I thought this town had everything, but i^Ct doesn’t have you. ^G