Chords for Robbie Fulks - Sometimes The Grass Is Really Greener - Live at Aloft Bolingbrook

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_ _ In a dusty shack high in the Blue [Eb] Ridge Mountains, it [F] was tug work, round dirt, [Bb] bluegrass _ songs.
Sweet hickory filled the air, [Eb] daddy's love was hard but fair, [F] if I knew how rich I was [Bb] I'd not have gone.
Yeah, but the city called my name and [Eb] I came running, _ [F] with my young man's hopes and my daddy's [Bb] old guitar. _
I played the dives and made some news, singing [Eb] every tune [Cm] I knew, and [F] them homesick ones I sang [Bb] the best I could. _
Now I've seen the sun go down on [Eb] the streets of New York town, and [F] I've watched it from the hills of old [Bb] Virginia. _
Beauty's what the eye [Bbm] beholds, one [Eb] man's [Cm] dirt, another's gold, oh [F] but sometimes the [Bb] grass is really greener.
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_ _ Well the record company man confessed he [Eb] liked me, [F] but he'd have to shave a few rough [Bb] edges down.
_ Cut my hair like Brooks and Dunn's, [Eb] trade the banjo for some drums, [F] cause no one would buy that old high [Bb]
lonesome sound.
Now I don't know just what this [Eb] deal has got me, _ [F] I've gained not a thing and I've lost the ones [Bb] I had.
[F] I've worn [Bb] my heart right through my sleeve, singing [Cm] a song I don't believe, [F] but I believe I'll go back home to mom [Bb] and dad.
_ Now I've seen the sun go down [Eb] on the streets of New York town, and [F] I've watched it from the hills of [Bb] old Virginia.
_ Beauty's what the eye beholds, [Eb] one man's dirt, [Cm] another's gold, [F] oh but sometimes the grass is [Bb] really _ greener.
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[Bb] _ In a dusty shack high in the [Eb] Blue Ridge _ Mountains, [E] and when I [F] die [Eb] from this [Bb] farm [Cm] they'll lay me [A]
[G] down.
[F] And [Bb] the hills will hear [Bbm] my song, cause [Eb] it's there [Cm] that I belong.
Man [F] you just can't shake old Bruce [Bb] from southern ground.
_ Now I've seen the sun go down [Eb] on the streets of New York town, [F] and I've watched it from the hills of [Bb] old Virginia.
_ Beauty's what the eye beholds, [Eb] one man's dirt, [Cm] another's gold, [F] oh but sometimes the grass [Bb] is really _ greener.
[F] Sometimes the grass [Bb] is really _ _ greener. _ _
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