The Milk Carton Kids - Getaway

the^C shatter of the bottles would scare me something^F awful as a kid my ^Cfear, how it would harden and find a home in pla^Fces that i hid i’d tear ‘^Dmem do^Gwn and run away DmF but never found my getaway

out^Cside Tuscaloosa the time you thought you’d turne^Fd it all around rem^Cember how you used to think you could salvage an^Fything you found you knew i^Dmt the^Gn, you know it now DmF a rattled chain still rattles loud

^Dmin all those yea^Grs of moving^C i was slowly losing all my names ^Dmno matter what i'^Gd ruin it co^Amuldn't ho^Fld a candle to the pain my tears a^Dmre re^Gal and all my own DmF pouring down there all alone

the^C soft roll of the water reminds me of my father’^Fs parting words “so^Cn, now don’t you bother looking for your place o^Fut in the world” Dm G DmF “the tide will roll through the waves, son, you'll find your getaway”