Taxis In A Small Town
- Nate Kenyon
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Time: 4/4 ·
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Intro
C Em F C 2x
Verse 1
C Em F C
I'm a little too drunk to drive
C Em F C
and my boys got my back so that none of them give me a ride.
C Em F C
I got on some whiskey so now I got you on my mind; if this was New York or
C Em F C
L.A, nothin could stop me tonight from makin the biggest mistake of my life.
Chorus
C Em F C
Thank God there ain't taxis in a small town 'cuz if there was I'd be callin' one up right now.
C Em F C
Flaggin down a yellow cab, jumpin in the backseat, tell the driver the name of your street.
C Em F C
Watch the meter spin around till we reach your house, throw the money down and I'd be climbing out.
C Em F C
Thank God there ain't, thank God there ain't, thank God there ain't taxis in a small town.
Interlude
C Em F C 2x
Verse 2
C Em F C
I regret it when I sobered up,
C Em F C
me and you ain't no good together, girl, it's better that we're broken up.
C Em F C
I don't why I forget that when I get drunk
C Em
luckily for me I'm surrounded by cornfields and dirt road dust,
F N.C.
way out where no one will pick me up.
Chorus
C Em F C
Thank God there ain't taxis in a small town 'cuz if there was I'd be callin' one up right now.
C Em F C
Flaggin down a yellow cab, jumpin in the backseat, tell the driver the name of your street.
C Em F C
Watch the meter spin around till we reach your house, throw the money down and I'd be climbing out.
C Em F C
Thank God there ain't, thank God there ain't, thank God there ain't taxis in a small town.
Bridge
Dm
Ain't no train running, ain't no bus stop,
F
no not round here, out in the boondocks.
Dm
Nothin, I'm outta luck, till the buzz wears off
F
and when it does I'mma thank God.
Chorus
C Em F C
Thank God there ain't taxis in a small town 'cuz if there was I'd be callin' one up right now.
C Em F C
Flaggin down a yellow cab, jumpin in the backseat, tell the driver the name of your street.
C Em F C
Watch the meter spin around till we reach your house, throw the money down and I'd be climbing out.
C Em F C
Thank God there ain't, thank God there ain't, thank God there ain't taxis in a small town.
Outro
C Em F C
There ain't no taxis in a small town.
C Em F C
Yeah.
C Em F C
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