"Don't Go Back to Rockville" is a song by the American rock band R.E.M. Delivered by the band's vocalist Michael Stipe and released as a single in 1984, as well as appearing on their second studio album, "Reckoning” the same year. My friends, me at 16, an other hardcore musician people loved the record

The song's title refers to Rockville, Maryland, a suburb of Washington, D.C., and the lyrics convey a sense of longing, regret, and the desire to escape from a place and situation. Michael Stipe mentioned in interviews that the song was written by Mike Mills as a plea to a special friend at the time, asking them not to return to Rockville

R.E.M. was formed in Athens, Georgia, in the early 1980s and became one of the leading bands of the alternative rock scene. "Don't Go Back to Rockville" is one of their notable early tracks and remains a fan favorite

Mike Mills always put his heart into it and remains my favorite bandmember: https://youtu.be/iKlwHbXVBJ8?si=HA8czyNjpBCZwHNc

JTS Mostly Good String Band version in C

[Verse 1]
C
Looking at your watch a third time
C                               F   Fsus4  F  Fsus4  F
waiting in the station for the bus
C
Going to a place that's far,
C                               F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
so far away and if that's not enough
G            F      Em    Am
Going where nobody says hello,
Am                        Gm          F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
they don't talk to anybody they don't know
C
You'll wind up in some factory
C                                           F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
that's full time filth with nowhere left to go
C
Walk home to an empty house,
C                               F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
sit around all by yourself
G                     F           Em  Am
I know it might sound strange but I believe
Am                   Gm          F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
You'll be coming back before too long

[Chorus]
C                 Dm    G
Don't go back to Rockville,
C                 Dm  G
don't go back to Rockville,
C                 Dm   G
don't go back to Rockville
F
And waste another year

[Verse 2]
C
At night I drink myself to sleep and pretend
C                               F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
I don't care that you're not here with me
C
'Cause it's so much easier to handle
C                               F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
All my problems if I'm too far out to sea
G                    F      Em   
But something, it better happen soon
        Am                  Gm        F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
Or it's gonna be too late to bring you back

[Chorus]
C                 Dm    G
Don't go back to Rockville,
C                 Dm  G
don't go back to Rockville,
C                 Dm   G
don't go back to Rockville
F
And waste another year

[Bridge]
C                           F    G    F   G
It's not as though I really need you
C                          F    G    F  G
If you were here I'd only bleed you
Dm      Am          Dm       Am                F
But everybody else in town only wants to bring you down and
           F               G
That's not how it ought to be
            G              F            Em    Am
Well I know it might sound strange but I believe
Am                   Gm          F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
You'll be coming back before too long

[Chorus]
C                 Dm    G
Don't go back to Rockville
C                 Dm  G
don't go back to Rockville
C                 Dm   G
don't go back to Rockville
F
And waste another year

C                 Dm    G
Don't go back to Rockville
C                 Dm  G
don't go back to Rockville
C                 Dm   G
don't go back to Rockville
F
And waste another year

This song is about Ingrid Schorr, a formidable young woman the band knew at the University of Georgia whose hometown was Rockville, Maryland. She got a lot of attention on campus as classmates lamented her departure

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An American folk performer with roots in the 90s Seattle and Tempe music scenes, JTSunrise weaves classic tunes and tales from the heart with modern images mixed with fingers and breath - - - Genuine Gen X Folkspunk Seattle Americana acoustic guitar, banjo, mandolin, uke, autoharp, harmonica an old school stringband songs recorded down home

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