Quiet Town chords

Am _ _ _ _ Oh yeah, A oh no, the train, every two or three years the train kills somebody.
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Every two or three Ebm years, yep.
_ _ Everybody knows about the train, okay?.
You hear it C constantly.
_ _ _ _ _ I think the N train is a way to find your way out of this life if you get hit by it.
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_ Bb A couple of kids got hit by a Union F Pacific train.
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Carried sheet metal and household appliances C to Gm the Eb foreign ring.
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Bb They're planning on getting married after graduation.
F Had a little baby girl, trouble came and shut Gm it down.
_ _ _ Things like that ain't Eb supposed to happen _ _ in this Bb quiet town.
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Families F are tight.
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Gm Good people still don't deadbolt their doors Eb at night _ _ _ in this Bb quiet town.
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_ _ Eb _ _ _ _ we first Bb heard opioid stories, they were always in F whispering tones.
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Gm Now banners of sorrow mark the front steps of Eb childhood homes.
Parents Gm wept through daddy's girl Bb eulogies and marriage badge milestones.
With their daughters F and sons laying their lifeless in their suits Gm and _ gowns.
_ Somebody's been keeping Eb _ secrets _ _ in this Bb quiet town.
_ _ _ They know F how to live.
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Gm Good people who lean on Jesus, they're quick to Eb forgive _ in this quiet Bb town.
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Bb _ _ Near the town, I'll find some reason F to give.
_ _ _ And I Bb will walk with the dead and the living where I Eb used to live.
And every time I see my Bb parents in the prime of their lives, _ _ offering F their son the kind of love he Dm could Fm never Bb put down.
_ _ Part of me is still Eb that stainless kid, lucky in this Bb quiet town.
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Salt F of the land.
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Hard Gm working people, if you're in trouble, they'll lend Eb you a hand.
_ _ Here in this quiet Bb town.
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_ Bb _ The first crop of hay is up, school F it out and the sun beats Bb Gm down.
Snug pillows from a Sunday train, Eb it cries away from a quiet Bb town.
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