American Folk Song by Warren Sroka 
 
G  320033
Em 022033
D  000232
C  032033 

Intro: G Em x3

Verse 1:
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The days are getting shorter; the wind has found her teeth, 
Em                                   
I think I’m supposed to be somewhere back east
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And I drive alone with my mind, fighting thoughts of this kind
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In the darkness all these naked empty streets
Em
I’m free to just breathe.
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She said oh, the king of random phone calls, 
Em  
I explained its just this time a' year
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These awkward conversations is constant isolations, and this town is bringing me down


Chorus:
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Just another American folk song
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Written for another American girl
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Just another American dreamer
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Just another American    fall

Verse 2:
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So drop me a line ohh if you can find the time, 
Em
I'd love to hear just where you've ended up
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Just happy he’s rest at your door, do you ever think about us anymore.

Chorus

Verse 3:
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So bar down with this, flesh and bone, 
Em
I'm not supposed to feel quite this alone
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Miss this clutter, watch me stutter step and fall,
Em
I haven't strength to get back up
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Cause I am empty, floating loveless, cut me and I’ll bleed only dust

Chorus