Gretchen Peters - This town

This town is a ^Clot like me ^GSadder and wiser than it ^Cused to be A ^Glittle sprawled out, a ^Clittle rundown I ^Gwonder what's gonna be^Ccome of this t^Gown

This town has its ^Chighs and lows And a ^Ghole in the middle where ^Cnobody goes ^GPeople come through, but they d^Con't hang around No^Gbody wants to get to the ^Cheart of this t^Gown

But this town has its ^Cown sweet charms ^GOpen your heart and it'll ^Copen its arms ^GTake you by the hand and ^Cshow you around There's ^Gstill a lot of life left^C in this t^Gown

^EmAll that I can ^Csee is lovers ^Gkissing in the str^Deet ^EmSwaying to the ^Cbeat of a rusty ^Dradio ^EmAnd all that I can ^Chear is another ^Glate night symphony^D The ^Emsound of traffic ^Cmoving like an ^Dundertow

This town can't ^Cget no ^Grest Everybody thinks that ^Cthey know best They're either ^Gbuilding it up or they're ^Ctearing it down They ^Gcan't seem to love it like it ^Cis, this t^Gown

^EmAll I wanna do^C_ tonight is ^Gkiss you in the street^{D Em}Swaying to the ^Cbeat of a rusty ^Dradio And ^Emall I wanna do^C_ is feel your ^Garms around me ^Dtoo ^EmPulling on my ^Cbody like an ^Dundertow ^G

This town is a ^Clot like me A ^Glittle coat of paint and some ^CTLC And she'll ^Glight right up if ^Cyou come around You ^Gknow that you never wanna ^Cleave this t^Gown ^{C G} You know that you never wanna ^Cleave this t^Gown ^C

(This t^Gown) ^C This t^Gown ^C (This t^Gown) ^C Hmm, ^Ghmm ^C (This t^Gown) ^{C G}