Rochester chords by Mat Kearney
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I was born in Rochester
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To a bookmaking man
Had a fake cigar shops
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With the games on in the back
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See them coming and going
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Let them ride on thoroughbreds
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Police chief and Tompaw wonder
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ing what was the spread
Carried rich men's bag
through the brow
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Trying to chase down a little white ball
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I learned that any soft place
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wasn't good for me at all
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Daddy come home fired up look
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ing for some sort of release
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He beat the hell out of Timmy,
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Timmy beat the hell out of me
Verse 2
I would hop the fence out to
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this government fields
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Run 'til there was nothing
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more to feel
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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Verse 3
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Well that same police chief came
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knockin' my first freshman day
Put my daddy in handcuffs and
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put his picture on the front page
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To everyone of his suits and all my dignity
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Walk the halls around the court
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waiting for any punk to set me free
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Verse 4
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I would hop the fence out to
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this government fields
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Run 'til there was nothing
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more to feel
Lying there watching planes
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just disappear
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Knowing one day I'm gonna
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fly on out of here
Verse 5
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Well I got that call to Vietnam just
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like everyone else I knew
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So scared of the hand grenades threw
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them farther than any other troop
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I came home like an iron fist and
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Timmy tried to take my keys
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Ripped open his front pocket that was
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the last time he touched me
Verse 6
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Moved to an island out west
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up to Breckenridge
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Met a mermaid on a glass boat and she
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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
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scared of it all
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Well Benjamin walked in the front room
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where I was cutting up my hash
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Looked into those deep blue eyes
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wondering why I'd been so mad
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Flushed a quarter pound down the drain
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praying for the mercy to confess
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Trying to rip the boy from Rochester
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right out of my chest
Verse 7
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We're gonna walk right out
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into these heavenly fields
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Run like there was no more time to steal
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My three boys in the grace of god I feel
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Knowing one day you're gonna
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take me out of here
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Knowing one day you're
gonna take me out of here
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Rochester
Mat Kearney
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