Cifras
Church Pew Or Bar Stool

Tono: D

Introducción:  D   Em   D   Em  

                                 D                                       Em 
Not a whole lot goin' on, small town Friday night
                               G                                                                     D 
Revin' up at a red light on your mark, get set, go
                                                                                                                       Em 
Passin' mom and pop restaurants, seein' four trucks parked out front
                                                     G                                                                                 D 
Guess you gotta make your own fun when you're stuck in a place this slow
                 A                                           Bm                       G                                           D 
There's only two means of sal vation around here that seem to work
 G                                                                                         A 
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival
                   D                                               Bm     A                     Em 
When you don't seem to run on ei ther side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
             G 
These big town dreams that I've been chasin'
           D         Bm     A                 D       Em  A 
Will never come true if I wind up stayin'
             D                                         Bm   A       F#m 
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
 Em                                                           F#m           G 
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now
                             Em                         G                         A                           D 
Why do I hang around in this church pew or barstool kinda town

                                       D                                                     Em 
I'm like that A.M. station that never comes in right
                                               G                                                                                     D 
Till you pass the city limit sign that's the only time it all gets clear
                                                               Em 
It's crystal clear that I just need to find
                                             G                                                                   D 
A place where this is no lines nothin' like it is around here
 A                                   Bm                                     G                                         D 
Someplace where it don't feel like this world revolves around
 G                                                                                         A 
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival
Repeat Chorus

 A                                 Bm                                     G                                         D 
Here it sometimes feels just like this world revolves around
 G                                                                                         A 
Whiskey or the Bible, shot glass or a revival
                   D                                               Bm     A                     Em 
When you don't seem to run on ei ther side of the fence
People act like you don't make sense
             G 
These big town dreams that I've been chasin'
           D         Bm     A                 D       Em  A 
Will never come true if I wind up stayin'
             D                                         Bm   A       F#m 
And I don't want to fall in the same rut
 Em                                                           F#m           G 
That everybody here seems to be stuck in now
                             Em                         G                         A                           Bm 
Why do I hang around in this church pew or barstool kinda town
                             Em   F#m                       G           A                           D 
I need to get out of this church pew or barstool kinda town