Tyler Farr - Suffer in peace

Girl you know I l^Cove this town, lived here all my ^Glife Right up ‘til you l^Ameft me, figured this would be^F where I’d die Now I’m thinkin’ ‘bo^Cut a U-Haul, selling everythi^Gng I can’t haul Get a load of you o^Amff my chest move out west, maybe U^Ftah

Find a little c^Cabin in the hills, in the mi^Gddle of Nowhereville Irish set^Amter, my old guitar, .22 ri^Ffle, and a rod and reel Read that Bi^Cble Mama gave me Maybe st^Gumble on some words to save me Think I’d ^Amreally like the ^Gsound of a mounta^Fin breeze And being s^Gomewhere,^F where I can suffer in peac^Ce

Saw you last Sa^Cturday and I just about lo^Gst my cool You were sittin’^Am in his car at the Tiger Mart by our^F old high school Back to square o^Cne again, gettin’ over you^G over again Girl I need to be somew^Amhere else, ‘cause I don’t trust myself arou^Fnd you and him

I’m thinkin??^C? cabin in the hills, in th^Ge middle of Nowhereville An Irish se^Amtter, my old guitar, a .22 ri^Ffle, and a rod and reel Thumb through that B^Cible Mama gave me Maybe st^Gumble on some words to save me You know I’d r^Ameally like the ^Gsound of a mounta^Fin breeze And being somewh^Gere, where I can suffer in pea^Fce

No ^FTV, no tele^Gphone H^Amang this heartache on a ra^Ginbow

And find a little c^Cabin in the hills, in the mi^Gddle of Nowhereville My Irish se^Amtter, an old guitar, .22 ri^Ffle, and a rod and reel Thumb through that Bi^Cble Mama gave me Maybe stu^Gmble on some words to save me You know I’d ^Amreally like the ^Gsound of a mounta^Fin breeze And b^Geing s^Fomewhere where I can suffer in pe^Cac

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e ^G I can suffer in p^Ameac

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e ^F Suffer in pea^Cce

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