G       C             G
It's a country jungle 'round here
          G      D7       C
When that August sun gets hot
G               D7                         C                    D7
​Puttin' out the kind of heat that paints a gray haze across the sky
G               D7                         C                        D7
The horseweed's high as a barn that's been sittin' there waitin' to rot
     G                      C         G
Ever since old Sam laid the checkbook down
    G               D7     G
And bought out the 'baccer plot

[Chorus]
D7             C       G                C              D7
I ain't got no roarin' train to hop and take me to the shore
        G                                C       G         G      D7       G
But you know it's alright, it's just the kind of life that nobody lives no more


[Verse 2]
         G          C     G
I know a man with a metal touch
                G      D7        C
You know, could fix anything you had
G                       D7                       C                      D7
Could pull my car right up in his yard no matter what time or what went bad
G                            D7                         C                          D7
Well, the other night I lost both headlights and when I called to make sure he was home
              G                     C          G
He said there ain't no demand for a shade tree man
       G               D7     G
Junked every piece and part I owned


[Chorus]
D7             C       G                C              D7
I ain't got no roarin' train to hop and take me to the shore
        G                                C       G         G      D7       G
But you know it's alright, it's just the kind of life that nobody lives no more

[Verse 3]
        G          C     G
I got a quaint and quiet friend
             G               D7      C
You know, he hardly speaks a word at all
       G                     D7                       C                   D7
Spends half his time starin' down at the pine and the other trippin' into walls
        G                       D7                   C                      D7
Well, a week has passed since I seen him last he was barreling up a crowded street
              G                       C      G
While all the traffic raged, straight ahead, unfazed
        G                 D7      G
Burnin' holes in both his aimless feet

[Chorus]
D7             C       G                C              D7
I ain't got no roarin' train to hop and take me to the shore
        G                                C       G         G      D7       G
But you know it's alright, it's just the kind of life that nobody lives no more
     G      D7       C
That nobody lives no more