Gretchen Peters - This used to be my town

^N.C.The ^Fmaj7altar boys are sneaking ciga^Crettes The ^Fmaj7friends and neighbours offering their re^Cgrets The ^Fmaj7station wagons in the pouring ^Emrain ^Am And ^Fmaj7all that water going down the ^Gdrain

^N.C.A ^Fmaj7white lace dress for when I turn thir^Cteen And a ^Fmaj7bright red stain that wouldn't quite come ^Cclean ^FWalking by the football field ^Em Trying out my ^Amsex appeal While ^Fall around the leaves are turning^Csus4 brown ^G This ^Fused to be my ^Ctown ^{F C}

^N.C.He ^Fmaj7waited by the swing-set in the park^C He ^Fmaj7tore at my new raincoat in the dark^C And ^Fall that I could think about was^Em Getting through and^Am getting out ^F And how the night could fall without a ^Csus4sound ^G This ^Fused to be my ^Ctown ^{F C F C F C}

^N.C.I'm ^Fmaj7flying through the clouds as white as ^Csnow I'm ^Fmaj7looking at the people down be^Clow The ^Fwhole world holds its breath for me ^Em The priest evokes e^Amternity ^F And everywhere the rain is pouring^Csus4 down ^G This ^Fused to be my ^Ctown This ^Fused to be my ^Ctown