Tom: A
A D
I had to leave the country
A D
Though there was some nice folk there
A D
Now I don't know where I'm going
A D
All I know is I'll hit the ground running
[Instrumental]
A D
[Verse]
A D
Only cowboys the southern gentlemen
A D
Bedding women that will never mend
A D
They ride the roads as they bend
A D
As they bend to their dead ends
[Chorus]
A D
I had to leave the country
A D
Though there was some nice folk there
A D
And no I don't know where I'm going
A D
All I know is that I'll hit the ground running
[Instrumental]
A D
[Verse]
A D
I was raised in a pit of snakes
A D
Blink your eyes I was raised on cakes
A D
I couldn't memorize a century of slang
A D
Or learn to tell the same story again and again and again
[Chorus]
A D
I had to leave the country
A D
Though there was some nice folk there
A D
And no I don't know where I'm going
A D
All I know is that I'll hit the ground running
[Instrumental]
A D
[Verse]
A D
Bitterness is a lowest sin
A D
A bitter man rots from within
A D
I've seen his smile, yellow and brown
A D
The bitterness has brought him down
[Chorus]
A D
I had to leave the country
A D
Though there was some nice folk there
A D
And no I don't know where I'm going
A D
All I know is that I'll hit the ground running
A
Hit the ground running
D
Hit the ground running
A
Hit the ground running
