stephenville tx Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[G][C][G][C][G]

[Verse 1]
Housewives trying
to recapture their youth
By wearing [C]floral [G]print [C]and suede
Fixing their [G]hairdos [C]wit[G]h
PC, chemical- free hairspray
Martha Stewart taught them
to [C]make on [F]TV[C][F]
I was raised a [G]farm [C]girl[G]
I'm too far from home,
all alone on the road
Trying to figure [C]out who I am now the
the [F]stardust has turned to [C]sand
And the sand has turned to stone on the
star making [F]ma [G]chine
[C][G]

[Verse 2]
[C]
[G][Chorus]
[D]I'm thirty one years old
That ain't the end but it sure
ain't where I began
[G]

[Verse 3]
And my daddy,
he wrote songs and he broke colts
And he went back to school
to get a de[C]gree
Now he teaches music to [G]kids,
he taught music to me
And this Alaskan girl was living in
[C]Ste[F]phenville, Texas[C]
Yes, you guessed it,
I moved here be[G]cause I fell in [Em]love [G]with a man
And I moved his ex- old [C]lady's
[Em]thin[G]gs out of the closet
The same closet I had to move
my things back [C]in[F][C]
It didn't make me [G]feel that great,
as if to [D]demonstrate
[C]Everything's temporary given
enough [G]time[C][G][C][D]
[G][C][G][C]
But [G]hey, I've got nothing to lose
I'm a singer for crowd[C]s,
I'm a writer of songs
Hey Mom, [F]look, [C]I'm an ent[F]ertain er[G]
I'm a modern day troubadour trying
to find justice with six strings
Trying to make the world
[C]make sense out [G]of me
Trying to be loved completely,
trying [C]to love honestly
Trying to find a decent high noon cup of tea
In another [G]hotel[C][G]
I'm trying to listen to [C]the leaves speak
[G]Trying to steal secrets from
fishes [C]in the creek
[G]Trying to figure [C]out who I am
a pretty [F]mediocre cook, [C]an even worse mathematician,
maybe a mother someday
What will it be?
[G][C][G][C][G]

[Verse 4]
[Chorus]
I'm trying to figure out who I am
But there's no hand to hold,
no Doctor Martin [C]Luther King
There's just sycophants
And the mindlessness on TV
or in the magazines
On the latest [G]ways to behave
So why not follow me,
the blond bombshell deity?
I'll [Em]sell [C]you neat ideas
without big words
And a little bit of cleavage to
wash it all down
Hey, everybody thought
Godard was a clown
[G]Man that ain't gonna
be me

[Outro 1]
[Chorus: x2]
[G][D][C]
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