[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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The parking lot is rammed with shotgun pickup trucks
       F                               C
At the Jones Rubber plant where all the guys end up
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Beer-drinking boy scouts living life like they ain't stuck
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On these quicksand streets   with their girls in a sling
          Am             G                   C
I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing


[Verse 2]
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'Round here, we all take up our cross and hang on His holy name
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But the cards that I was dealt will get you thrown out of the game
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Hey momma, can't you see your boy is wrapped up in the strangle silk
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Of this cobweb town   where culture is king?
          Am             G                   C
I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing


[Chorus]
           F    Am                  C
I close my eyes     and think of the water
           F          Am            G
Out at the Salt Creek     when I was young


[Verse 3]
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Down at Old Mill Park, half the town's in tow
   F                              C
To crown the Bathing Beauty of the rodeo
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While her mother fights back proud tears a young cowboy gives the nod
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The chute opens, bull draws blood, and the gift is accepted by God
          Am                G                     F
The chute opens, bull draws blood, and the gift is accepted by God
        Am                G                F
In this barbed wire town     of barbed wire dreams
          Am             G                  C
I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing


[Chorus]
           F    Am                  C
I close my eyes     and think of the water
           F          Am            G
Out at the Salt Creek     when I was young
           F    Am                  C
I close my eyes     and think of the water
                F     Am            G
Out at the Salt Creek     when I was young