Both Our Towns

	  		       D                               G 
Well I guess you didn?t hear about the car that I crashed 
           A                             D  
You know I walked away and didn?t bat an eye 
           D                                      G                                       
I got that piece of shit for free from my friend, John, in New Orleans 
          A                        D 
I think I told you once about that guy 
 
Well I waited for you baby but I waited too long 
Till I was running with the lowest of the low 
And I could ask you how you been but I don?t guess it matters when 
You?d find a way to work it everywhere you go 
 
        G                             A  
And the love that we spoke was just a dirty little joke 
           D                               G 
I guess we could?ve used a little dressin? down 
         Bm        A 
But it?s already a legend 
           G          A        D 
We?re just tearin? up both our towns
 
 
 
Well it?s 11 month?s or more you last stepped through my door 
But I still talk to you in private every day 
And if the memory doesn?t kill me I don?t think the liquor will 
So I?ll keep puttin? all that hard stuff away 
 
Chorus 2: 
No, your pretty little lies were like the sweat upon your thighs 
That just dried up while we slept without a sound 
Now we can throw ?em on the fire 
While we?re tearin? up both our towns