Neko Case - Thrice All American

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i want to tell you about my hometown
G D
it’s a dusty old jewel in the south puget sound
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well the factories churn and the timbers all cut down
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and life goes by slow in tacoma

* repeat for all verses
* strumming picks up for middle verses and slows down again for last verse

people they laugh when they hear you’re from my town
they say it’s a sour and used up all place
i defended its honor , shrugged off the put downs
you know that you’re poor , from tacoma

buildings are empty like ghettos or ghost – towns
it gives me a chill to think what was inside
i can’t seem to fathom the dark of my history
i invented my own in tacoma

there was nothing to put me in love with the good life
i’m in league with the the gangs guns , and the crime
there was no hollow promise that life would reward you
there was nowhere to hide in tacoma

people who built it they loved it like i do
there was hope in the trainyard of something inspired
once was i on it , but it’s been painted shut
i found passion for life in tacoma

well i don’t make it home much , i sadly neglect you
but that’s how you like it away from the world
god bless california , make way for the wal – mart
i hope they don’t find you tacoma