Tom: G
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Flyin' east on a plane, drinkin' all that free champagne
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Guess I saw this comin' down the line...
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And I know it should be fun, but I think I should have packed my gun,
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Got that old suburban showdown in my mind.
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Sit around with the folks, tell the same old tired jokes
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Bored to death on Sunday afternoon
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Mom and Dad, me and you, and the outdoor barbecue
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Think I'm gonna hide out in my room
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I've been gone for a while, made some changes in my style
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and they say you can't go home anymore
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Well the streets all look the same, and I'll have to play the game
Am
We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
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with the tv on with the neighbors there
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Out in the yard where my Daddy worked so hard
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He never lets the crabgrass grow too high
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Oh the place hasn't changed and that's why I'm gonna feel so strange,
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but I have to face the music, bye and bye...
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G Em Bm
I've been gone for a while, made some changes in my style
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and they say you can't go home anymore
Em Bm E
Well the streets all look the same, and I'll have to play the game
Am
We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
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with the tv on with the neighbors there
G Am Bm C
We'll drive into town, when this big-bird touches down
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I'm only coming home to say goodbye,
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Then I'm gone with the wind, and I won't be seen again
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'till that great suburban showdown in the sky.
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‘Till that great suburban showdown in the sky
