Whiskeytown - Jacksonville city nights

^BWell the banks of the river run through my hometown ^BBorn on the dirt roads, and i scraped my k^Enees ^BWell they paved the roads eventually ^BWith neon signs and car dealerships and ^Ediners ^F#The soldiers fill the ^G#mhotels on the ^Eweekends ^F#I saw the pretty ^G#mwomen as I ^Ewalked ^F#through ^Btown

^BWell I moved away soon as I turned sixteen ^BFigured I was old enough to go and work a ^Ejob ^BWell i floated down main street pools of carlights ^BOvercame me wishin' I was still back ^Ehome ^F#The soldiers fill the ^G#mhotels on the ^Eweekends ^F#I saw the pretty ^G#mwomen as I ^Ewalked ^F#through ^Btown

^BJacksonville's a city with a hopeless streetlight ^BSeems like you're lucky if it ever changes red to ^Egreen ^BI was born in an abundance of inherited sadness ^BWith 50 cent picture frames bought at a five and ^Edime ^F#I ended up a ^G#msoldier on the ^Eweekend ^F#Looking for a ^G#mvacancy I ^Ewasn't able to find ^F#Somewhere the night sky ^G#mhangs like a ^Eblanket ^F#Shoot it with my ^G#mcapgun just to ^Emake it ^ESeem ^F#like ^Bstars