Sleeve
- Nate Smith
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Time: 4/4 ·
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Intro
| F | Am7 G | F | F |
Verse 1
F Am7 G F
There was a girl from Tennessee
Am7 G F
Brought the fires of Hell on me
Am7 G F
She brought a long line of hurt and a world of trouble
F Am7 G F
Every door became one more wall
Am7 G F
Goddamn, you know I gave it my all
Am7 G F F
Oh, I tried and I tried, but couldn't stop lovin' her
Chorus
G Am
Some people take it for a ride
F F
Let it rust outside like a broke-down Chevrolet
G Am
Some people keep it inside
F F
Goin' out of their mind like they're high on cocaine
G Am
Oh, I wish it wouldn't just go
F F
Throwin' it around like it's fool's gold
G Am F
Oh, therе ain't no slowin' me down
F G Am F F
I wear mine on my sleevе
G Am F F
Sleeve
Instr
| Fmaj7 | Am7 G | Fmaj7 | Am7 G |
| Fmaj7 | Am7 G | Am7 | Am7 |
Verse 2
F Am7 G F
She drove me out of state and out of mind
Am7 G F
And I searched for her on those West Coast nights
Am7 G F
In every little smile and stranger passin' through
F Am7 G F
I still see her now and then in my dreams
Am7 G F
It's like she's still callin' out to me
Am7 G F
But I know that she's far gone, oh, oh
Chorus
G Am
Some people take it for a ride
F F
Let it rust outside like a broke-down Chevrolet
G Am
Some people keep it inside
F F
Goin' out of their mind like they're high on cocaine
G Am
Oh, I wish it wouldn't just go
F F
Throwin' it around like it's fool's gold
G Am F
Oh, therе ain't no slowin' me down
F G Am F F
I wear mine on my sleevе
G Am F F
Sleeve
Bridge
F Am7 G F
I was as blue as those cop car lights
F Am7 G F
Innocent in that cell that night
F Am7 G F
She broke me down to pieces
F Am7 G F
She broke me down to pieces
F Am7 G F
I'm still pickin' up the pieces
F Am7 G N.C.
But at least it's still beatin'
Chorus
G Am
Some people take it for a ride
F F
Let it rust outside like a broke-down Chevrolet
G Am
Some people keep it inside
F F
Goin' out of their mind like they're high on cocaine
G Am
Oh, I wish it wouldn't just go
F F
Throwin' it around like it's fool's gold
G Am F
Oh, therе ain't no slowin' me down
F G Am F F
I wear mine on my sleevе
G Am F F
Sleeve
G Am F F
Sleeve
(fade out)











