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Em So take your time Slow it down G We’ll leave this all behind Em Yeah I come from where the gravel roads get lost G Way far out past the tree line Em Where we take all our problems and we’ll bottle them up G Which is just a way of saying that we drink to much Em I cant say i’m cured but on the lord’s return G We’ll be throwing bottles into the fire Em A Greyhound bus And a run of bad luck G Was our ticket out of the city Em But with some northern lights and some well deserved quiet G We’ll forget the city tried to break me Em With the go-go dancers trynna steal my rent G A box of cigarettes that cost an arm and a leg Em We’ll forget the past because in the end G We’ll be throwing bottles into the fire Am Now that everyone has died or moved away C We could stay Em And its good to be back home Am C Forget our troubles or our prayers from yesterday G Things could change Em Its so good to be back home Em G I cant say i’m cured but on the lords return Em G I cant say i’m cured but on the lords return Em G I cant say i’m cured but on the lords return G We’ll be throwing bottles into the fire