The Greater Migration

G	Am	C	C
I was a fiddler in a Bright Eyes wanna be folk rock band
We did what we loved, we woke, we wrote, we played, we never had a plan
But there comes a point where you have to choose to be a, a working man
G	Am	C	D
I didn't know it, but these were times I felt alive

Take me back to when
C				D
a rapper named Listener was drummin on the
 dryer
Em				G 
And a high school stoners’ raidin my ‘frigerator 
C				D
And my straight edge brother was singin’ ‘bout the suburbs
Em			D 
on a PA that barely works

			C	D	Em	G
Take me back to playing Basement shows
			C	D	Em	G
Take me back to playing Basement shows

I was a sinner, trying to live my life the best I can
Till I heard a preacher who said “if you hate what you love, you'll never sin again”
So I married young and moved my family out into a foreign land
I didn't know it, but these were the times I left behind

I remember when
C				D
a rapper named Listener was drummin on the
 dryer
Em				G 
And a high school stoners’ raidin my ‘frigerator 
C				D
And my straight edge brothers were singin’ ‘bout the suburbs
Em			D 
on a PA that barely works

Take me back to playing Basement shows x2

The mics cut in and out
Our amps turned way too loud
The neighbors called the town 
But they can't shut us down

Take me back to playing Basement shows

Thought I was a savior coming with books and Bibles, thought I gave a damn
till I met an old grandmother who raised a whole village with her own two hands
Till I met a long haul trucker who crossed four borders, who showed me what I am
I didn't know it, that you could be woke and still be blind

So Take me back to playing Basement shows

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