I Come From

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G 
Eggshell white 
               D 
Paint in your hair 
                    C 
Dirt beneath your nails 
                            G 
Years on the back of your hands 
 

 
C                      G 
Some things can wash clean 
D                      C 
And some, will stick around 
 

 
G 
Blades of St. Augustine 
                          D 
Scattered across the driveway 
                       C 
It still feels like Sunday 
                     G 
When I hear a cajun band 
 

 
        Em 
Every chamber of my heart 
           C 
Bears the mark 
                G 
Of what I come from 
   Em 
Sometimes our world falls apart 
        C                    G 
But I guess thats what it takes 
     D                        C 
To find the part that cannot break 
 

 
G 
Wooden table on a concrete slab 
                            D 
The fish were red and the crabs were blue 
                    C 
Every five gallon bucket 
                    G 
Carries a piece of you 
 

 
C                      G 
Some things can wash clean 
      D                C 
And some, will stick around 
 

 
G 
Spilt beer and a deck of cards 
                           D 
An old bed sheet for a tablecloth 
                        C 
Some of those days are lost 
                        G 
But most I still come across 
 

 
         Em 
Every chamber of my heart 
           C 
Bears the mark 
                G 
Of what I come from 
    Em 
Sometimes our world falls apart 
        C                    G 
But I guess thats what it takes 
     D                        C 
To find the part that cannot break 
 

 
Em            C 
I come from hard work 
                     G                   D 
I come from never giving up I come from you 
         C            G 
I built cities from sidewalk chalk 
D                      Em 
Sailed the world in a cardboard boat 
C         G                 D 
I hope I always dream that big 
C                    G 
I put the whole damn kitchen 
         B7              Em 
In every pot of cold mud soup 
C                     G           D 
I hope I always put everything I got 
D 
Into what I do 
 

 
C                      G 
Some things can wash clean 
D                      C 
And some, will stick around 
 

 
         Em 
Every chamber of my heart 
           C 
Bears the mark 
                G 
Of what I come from 
   Em 
Sometimes our world falls apart 
        C                    G 
But I guess thats what it takes 
     D                          C 
To find the part that cannot break 

Final 
            G 
We cannot break