Imogene Chords

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[Intro]
C      C      C      C
 
[Verse 1]
C          Em         F      C
  I struck out on the road tonight,
Am        C        F          G
  Redneck leather,   Japanese tires.
Am               E      F               C
  Runnin' from a woman,   lookin’ for a fight,
Am         G                 F       F
  breakin' down from time to time.
 
[Verse 2]
C                       Em       F                   C
  When I woke up in the mornin',   I must’ve lost my way;
Am               C                    F             G
  wound up smack dab in the middle of Ghost Town, USA.
Am                 E      F             C
  Backwoods, Mississippi,   population 23;
F                     F         C/G               G
  I came by to take a load off, now I never wanna leave.
 
[Chorus]
F   G                   C        C
  Hmm, ain't nothin' to see,
F                        G                   C        C
  just a little patch of rough hidin' in the green.
            E                   E
And you can tell the folks back home
                 Am           F        F
if they're still askin' after me
    F              G
I'm workin' it all out in Imo - [Interlude] gene.
 
[Interlude]
C       Em       F      C
C       G        C      C
 
[Verse 3]
C         Em   F                  C
  Shotgun city   and tiller motor oil,
Am           C         F                G
  streaks of lightnin’   buzzin’ on the coil.
Am                   E    F                  C
  I used to work all day,   fuckin' work all night,
Am         G           F           F
  spill my heart out on the slide.
 
[Verse 4]
C                           Em     F                   C
  Well, it’s hard to make a livin'   hidin' money in a can
Am                     C   F                       G
 'cause you can’t cash out   what you ain't cashed in.
Am                       E   F               C
  You take your dead-end job   on a dead-end street,
F               F            C/G               G
  throw it on a record, hon,   and put it on repeat.
 
[End-Chorus]
F   G                   C        C
  Hmm, ain't nothin' to see,
F                        G                   C        C
  just a little patch of rough hidin' in the green.
            E                   E
And you can tell the folks back home
                 Am           F        F
if they're still askin' after me
        F           G
I ain't ever comin' back,
        F           G
I ain't ever comin' back,
        F           G              C         C
I ain't ever comin' back to Imogene.
 
[Outro]
F      F      C      C
F      F      C      G
C      Em     F      C
C      G      C      C
C      C      C