Artist: Tyler Childers
[VERSE 1]
In a[E] small corner bar, he s[A]its there a-d[E]rinkin'
L[E]ost as a[A] ball in a field full of[E] corn
Fu[E]rther[A] away than he ever i[E]magined
That he'd e[B]ver end u[A]p from the place he was b[E]orn
Now no more f[E]orlorn as the Creeker drank whiskey
Than the one that you s[A]ee outside of your [E]eye
Dr[E]inkin' [A]alone as he looks out the [E]window
At all of the st[B]rangers on the co[A]rner ou[E]tside
[CHORUS]
He'd rather be d[A]ead than alive one more m[E]inute
In this [B]godfors[A]aken t[E]own
When h[F#m]e was a k[A]id, Lord, he'd never have dr[E]eamt it
All the ways that the c[B]ity can bring a co[A]untry boy d[E]own
[VERSE 2]
[E]Now they knew not his n[A]ame and he knew not their f[E]aces
And he knew not the [A]how nor the reason for w[E]hy
You could ever wake [A]up and wanna keep on a-[E]livin'
In a place where a f[B]riend is such a [A]hard thing to [E]find
A[E]nd for everyone you meet, there's a whole mess of people
Tryin' like [A]hell to pull you on d[E]own
To the level they're [A]on and the trouble they're [E]tendin'
In the mess that they've [B]made, in the gu[A]tter they fo[E]und
[CHORUS]
He'd rather be d[A]ead than alive one more m[E]inute
In this g[B]odforsa[A]ken t[E]own
When [F#m]he was a [A]kid, Lord, he'd never have d[E]reamt it
All the ways that the c[B]ity can bring a c[A]ountry boy d[E]own
[BRIDGE]
[E]Some fellas do pills and t[A]hings of that n[E]ature
Some fellas chase g[A]irls to hang on their [E]arm
Some fellas get [A]by on practically [E]nothin'
Some fellas get p[B]issed in a s[A]mall corner [E]bar
[CHORUS]
And they'd rather be d[A]ead than alive one more m[E]inute
In this g[B]odfors[A]aken t[E]own
When th[F#m]ey were all k[A]ids, Lord, they'd never have d[E]reamt it
All the ways that the c[B]ity can bring a co[A]untry boy d[E]own
In a[E] small corner bar, he s[A]its there a-d[E]rinkin'
L[E]ost as a[A] ball in a field full of[E] corn
Fu[E]rther[A] away than he ever i[E]magined
That he'd e[B]ver end u[A]p from the place he was b[E]orn
Now no more f[E]orlorn as the Creeker drank whiskey
Than the one that you s[A]ee outside of your [E]eye
Dr[E]inkin' [A]alone as he looks out the [E]window
At all of the st[B]rangers on the co[A]rner ou[E]tside
[CHORUS]
He'd rather be d[A]ead than alive one more m[E]inute
In this [B]godfors[A]aken t[E]own
When h[F#m]e was a k[A]id, Lord, he'd never have dr[E]eamt it
All the ways that the c[B]ity can bring a co[A]untry boy d[E]own
[VERSE 2]
[E]Now they knew not his n[A]ame and he knew not their f[E]aces
And he knew not the [A]how nor the reason for w[E]hy
You could ever wake [A]up and wanna keep on a-[E]livin'
In a place where a f[B]riend is such a [A]hard thing to [E]find
A[E]nd for everyone you meet, there's a whole mess of people
Tryin' like [A]hell to pull you on d[E]own
To the level they're [A]on and the trouble they're [E]tendin'
In the mess that they've [B]made, in the gu[A]tter they fo[E]und
[CHORUS]
He'd rather be d[A]ead than alive one more m[E]inute
In this g[B]odforsa[A]ken t[E]own
When [F#m]he was a [A]kid, Lord, he'd never have d[E]reamt it
All the ways that the c[B]ity can bring a c[A]ountry boy d[E]own
[BRIDGE]
[E]Some fellas do pills and t[A]hings of that n[E]ature
Some fellas chase g[A]irls to hang on their [E]arm
Some fellas get [A]by on practically [E]nothin'
Some fellas get p[B]issed in a s[A]mall corner [E]bar
[CHORUS]
And they'd rather be d[A]ead than alive one more m[E]inute
In this g[B]odfors[A]aken t[E]own
When th[F#m]ey were all k[A]ids, Lord, they'd never have d[E]reamt it
All the ways that the c[B]ity can bring a co[A]untry boy d[E]own
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