Intro: E Abm E Abm E Abm Gb E (x2)

Verse 1:
           E   Abm                   E  Abm
I had it with me everywhere I've been
    E             Abm         Gb            E
Red clay under my nails, deep crimson on my skin
          E     Abm                   E  Abm
You could strip me of everything I own
          E     Abm                       Gb      E
And just leave me with the memories of my Alabama home

Chorus:
            Gb             E             B
I guess the highway didn't kill me after all
       Gb             E                     B
But I thought I was a goner in that trailer fire in Arkansas
       Gb          E                 B
But I just let her burn and walked away
     Gb                 E               E    Abm E Abm E Abm Gb E
And crawled back to the crimson and the clay

Verse 2:
               E    Abm                      E Abm
I got a little bolt action for my 9th birthday
             E        Abm         Gb            E
I can flip a silver dollar from a hundred yards away
   E   Abm              E Abm
A 1911 under my floor mat
        E      Abm                     Gb              E
Then one day it just occurred to me, I got no use for that

Chorus:
          Gb          E             B
Guess the city didn't kill me after all
    Gb                E               B
The thing that nearly took me out was loneliness and alcohol
      Gb          E                 B
And I just put it down and walked away
     Gb                 E               E    Abm E Abm E Abm Gb E
And crawled back to the crimson and the clay

Bridge:
        E    Abm             B                 Gb
See the moon in the morning, I anticipate the night
E            Abm             B                       Gb
Licked the spoon in the kitchen, we prayed to Martha White
E           Abm               B                    Gb
Little noose in a locker, brown eyes crying in the hall
E        Abm        B                             Gb
Rebel flags on the highway, wooden crosses on the wall

Chorus:
           Gb               E             B
Guess the small town didn't suit me after all
          Gb              E                         B
There's still so many lonely kids surrounded by the rest of y'all
    Gb              E           B
And I can't seem to keep myself away
    Gb                E                   E Abm E Abm E Abm Gb Gb E Abm E Abm E Abm Gb E
So I head back to the crimson and the clay
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