Used To Be(Chords)

	        {G}Roadside Motor Court C 
Cabins Made of {G}Sandstone C 
And to the {G}travellers of the mother road 
{C}She was a port in the {G}storm C 
Now if those walls could talk 
Oh, the stories the could tell son 
And that roadside motor court 
It'd keep you safe and warm 
 
Now there's D holes in the roof 
And there's C weeds at the door 
That motor D courts still there, 
but that don't C see no travellers no G more C 
 
Guess who used to grow cotton 
on these tired old farms 
Yeah they'd load the wagons time and time again 
With their weary old arms 
They'd make a little money at the gin 
Pay a little credit at the store 
Yeah the scratched and the worked the land 
Till the dirt got poor 
 
Now that cotton gin is some kind of second hand store 
Yeah the building's there, 
But they don't gin no cotton no more 
 
Yeah they used to go dancing 
Down at the Log Cabin Bar 
Yeah they'd be laughing, carrying on 
Make a little love in the car 
And they'd spread that sawdust down 
On a concrete floor 
They'd dance all night 
Until they're feet got sore 
 
Till one Sunday Morning 
They had the law burn her down 
Now there aint no place for us to go Dancin 
In this one horse town 
 
Yeah, we used to dance in this town 
 
 
Yeah! 
Solo
	        

Written by Tom Skinner/Bob Wiles