Dave Armstrong

County Line Chords

County Line
Straight Tuning (EADGBE)
Capo 3rd Fret



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Would you even notice if you were let down easy

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If you were let down easy would you even know

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Looks like we’re alone now or would you even wonder

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Way too busy biding time to see we’re growing old
                           
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And those rolling balls of thunder streaking ‘cross the summer night

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I’m heading toward the county line doing 95


  
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I left my friends and family here keep a watch on my hometown

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Heading west cause it’s in my blood find a place to settle down

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Drive all night till the sunrise heats my back in Mexico

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Follow eagles soaring above showing me the way

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And those rolling balls of thunder streaking ‘cross the summer night

                       C                 G
I’m heading toward the county line doing 95



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The gold rush here has come and gone betcha life I can find me some

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Heading north in a couple of days got to get to Hibbing

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This land was once a simple place prairie dogs outlaws

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Cowboys and mining towns but now it’s gone away

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And those rolling balls of thunder streaking ‘cross the summer night

                       C                 G
I’m heading toward the county line doing 95



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Call myself an American but never slept on no freight train

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Never been to Santa Fe never shot a gun

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And I’ll never find what I’m looking for out here in the countryside

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All my heroes are long gone guess I’m coming home
 
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And those rolling balls of thunder streaking ‘cross the summer night

                       C                 G
I’m heading toward the county line doing 95