Key: D
Introduction:
A D
I had to leave the country
A D
Though there was some nice folk there
A D
And now I don't know where I'm going
A D
All I know is I'll hit the ground running
A D
Bony cowboys and southern gentlemen
A D
Betting women that'll never bend
A D
They ride the roads 'til they bend
A D
'Til they bend, to their dead ends
A D
I was raised in a pit of snakes
A D
Blink your eyes, I was raised on cake
A D
I couldn't memorize a century of slang
A D
Or tell the same story again and again and again
A D
Bitterness ---- is a low of sin
A D
Bitter man rots from within
A D
I've seen his smile, yellow and brown
A D
Bitterness ---- has brought him down
D A
Hit the ground running
D
Hit the ground running
A
Hit the ground running