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[Verse 1]
             G                           D
Well there's no more smokey bars in California
                                        G
There ain't no wild life left in Tennessee
                                     D
But I keep on livin' every song I'm singing
                                              G
And they're tryin' to put an end to guys like me


[Verse 2]
            G                         D
All that's left in Bakersfield is a jukebox
                                       G
And it's haunted by old songs and memories
                                               D
It's getting hard to find a place to play my guitar
                                               G
And they're tryin' to put an end to guys like me


[Chorus]
    Em                                  G
I'd like to find a place where love surrounds me
      Em                                     G
Some town where they don't mind me hangin' around
   C
A place where life don't move too fast
     G
And what you are is not a thing of the past
      A7                                  D
Where you can land your dreams on solid ground


[Verse 3]
           G                               D
Well I'm sittin' on a barstool down on Broadway
                                 G
Waitin' for my turn to sing my dreams
                                        D
I'm just a California boy with my old guitar
                                               G
And they're tryin' to put an end to guys like me


[Solo]
G  G  D  D  D  D  G  G  G  G  D  D  D  D  G  G

[Chorus]
    Em                                  G
I'd like to find a place where love surrounds me
      Em                                     G
Some town where they don't mind me hangin' around
   C
A place where life don't move too fast
     G
And what you are is not a thing of the past
      A7                                  D
Where you can land your dreams on solid ground


D PEAT VERSE 3

      G                               D
Well I'm sittin' on a barstool down on Broadway
                                 G
Waitin' for my turn to sing my dreams
                                        D
I'm just a California boy with my old guitar
                                               G
And they're tryin' to put an end to guys like me