From the recording To Create
Lyrics
Verse → G // C// D (Db) D (Db is first verse only)
I'm picking at the starbucks.
Coffee must taste like shit.
even those who drink it here.
take it in a paper cup
but I've got a china mug
with some green tea
everyone's so different from me.
CHORUS → C G / D D7 /G G7 /C G /C G D (D7 → G)
I've got no place to go, no place to go
i'd like to rest my head
or i'd like to play a show
if I could hit the road
i surely would
but I've got no place to go
So don't go making me feel small
Sit out on the sidewalk
draw my name with kids' chalk
meet some poor folks on every other block
they want spare change
I want small talk
swith the subject
stick out like a sore thumb
everywhere I go
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HOLD D7.
These city streets
can be so kind
so cruel when
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