Misc Your Songs - Alana brezenski - high school dreams

^CI headed out to Nasheville, only^Em 17 ^AmI swung for the fence but landed s^Comewhere in b^Emetween ^CI never made the majors but ^EmI still play the game ^AmEvery concert ticket I buy brin^Cgs about more pain^{Em C}I work the bars and weddings, ^Emnearly everyday ^AmDoing nails at a beauty salon, ^Cjust to make my ^Empay

^CI am my story, would you ^Emtake a second look ^AmYou put me in your chapter, ju^Cst to sell your bo^Emok ^{E Am Am}You sing my songs, to ^Cincrease your fame ^EEvery time your record plays, it just ^Amerases my name ^AmI sell my soul, ^Cpieces at a time ^EI've got bills to pay or I'd keep them all as mine ^Am

^CIn my high school yearbook they wrote ^Emmost likely to succeed ^Am6 months of rent saved, I^C moved out to T^Emennessee ^CFrom living room to r^Emadio is harder than it seems ^AmCountless demo tracks I've sent and they^C're yet to discover ^Emme ^CI finally sold my songs just to^Em make ends meet ^AmI can't go back to Greenville w^Cithout admitting the d^Emefeat.

^CI am my story, would you ^Emtake a second look ^AmYou put me in your chapter, ju^Cst to sell your bo^Emok ^{E Am Am}You sing my songs, to ^Cincrease your fame ^EEvery time your record plays, it just ^Amerases my name ^AmI sell my soul, ^Cpieces at a time ^EI've got bills to pay or I'd keep them all as mine ^Am