Rochester(Chords)

	        
 

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I was born in Rochester to a book making man 
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had a fake cigar shop with the games on in the back 
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see them coming and going letting it ride on thorough breads 
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the police chief and tom hall wondering what was the spread 

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I carried rich man?s bags through brier trying to chase down a little white ball 
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learned that any soft place wasn't good for me at all 
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daddy'd come home fired up looking for some sort of release  
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he'd beat the hell of Timmy and Timmy'd beat the hell out of me 

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I would hop the fence out to those government fields  
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run till there was nothing left to feel  
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lying there watching planes just disappear  
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knowing one day I?m gonna fly on out of here 

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the same police chief came knocking my first freshman day 
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put my daddy in handcuffs and his picture on the front page 
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took every one of his suits and all my dignity  
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I?d walk the halls of irodiquie waiting for any punk to set me free 

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I would hop the fence out to those government fields  
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run till there was nothing left to feel  
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lying there watching planes just disappear  
G                                       C 
knowing one day I?m gonna fly on out of here 

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got that call to Vietnam just like everyone else i knew 
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so scared of the hand grenades through them farther than any other troop  
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came home like an iron fist and Timmy tried to take my keys  
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ripped open his from pocket that was the last time he touched me 

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moved to an island out west and up to Breckenridge  
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met a mermaid on a glass boat and she promised me some kids 
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bought a house in Oregon where you could touch both of the walls 
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had a son named Benjamin and i was so scared of it all 

Interlude (same as Verses) 

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well Benjamin walked in the front room where I was cutting up my hash 
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looked into his deep blue eyes wondering why I?d been so mad  
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flushed a quarter pound down the drain praying for the mercy to confess 
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trying to rip the boy from Rochester right out of my chest  

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were gonna walk right out into those heavenly fields  
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run like there was no more time to steal 
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my three boys and the grace of god revealed  
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knowing one day you're gonna take me out of here 
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knowing one day you're gonna take me out of here 

	        

Written by Mat Kearney