Chords for Pills and Poverty Tim Goodin Fatcave Studio’s Live recording

One, two, three.
[F] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ Well, I'm home, first [Eb] time in years.
_ There ain't a thing [Bb] _
left for me [Cm] here.
_ This town ain't nothing like [Eb] it used to be.
Taken over [Bb] by pills [Bb] and _ [Cm] poverty. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ Walking around, oh, it [Eb] seems so strange.
I don't [Bb] know the faces, but I [Cm] know the names.
Hollowed eyes of who they [Eb] used to be.
Taken over by pills [Bb] and _ [Cm] poverty. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ Jobs moved out and the [Eb] drugs moved in.
It'll [Bb] never be the same as [Cm] when I was a kid.
_ It's hard to face a sad [Eb] sight to see.
_ [Bb] Taken over by pills and [Cm] poverty. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ The town's cleaned up, it gives [Eb] a good impression.
But the [Bb] hills are full of [Cm] hard-learned lessons.
Just stick around, oh, and [Eb] you will see
that [Bb] all is lost to pills and [Cm] poverty.
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[G] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
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