Back To Me

                 A                                  F#m
She come runnin' back to me arms wide open like she loved me.
                                D                              E
I guess this makes about the fifteenth time she's tried to let me go.
                           A                                   F#m
And ain't it funny how she walkes away, all the times that she shoulda stayed.
                                  D                           E
But love never mattered to her anyway if it did she'd be here today

           A                                        F#m
But I'm gettin back to me Yeah momma swore it never was meant to be
                             D                                              E
and daddy said to momma just let him be 'cause there's certain things a boy can't see till he becomes a man
  A                               F#m
a ball cap, t-shirt, back into my worn out jeans
                     D                                     E
I thank God that she couldn't see she never really saw the real me
            A               F#m     D
and I don't miss the way it used to be.

             A                                       F#m
Now that I'm back to me, this farms too far from the city lights,
                                 D                                E
not a life that I wanted but she made me try so I made it work so she wouldn't cry.
                       A                                         F#m
I think I'll find me a fishin pole and go on  an head down to my favorite hole
                                  D                                      E
I'm back to talkin to god cause I know he knows about heart break, and a dirt road and a fishin pole

           A                                        F#m
I'm gettin back to me Yeah momma swore it never was meant to be
                             D                                              E
and daddy said to momma just let him be 'cause there's certain things a boy can't see till he becomes a man
  A                               F#m
a ball cap, t-shirt, back into my worn out jeans
                     D                                     E
I thank God that she couldn't see she never really saw the real me
            A               F#m     D
and I don't miss the way it used to be.

     A                      F#m     D    E
Ohhh I'm back to me.....

    A                                        F#m
I'm back to me Yeah momma swore it never was meant to be
                             D                                              E
and daddy said to momma just let him be 'cause there's certain things a boy can't see till he becomes a man
  A                               F#m
a ball cap, t-shirt, back into my worn out jeans
                     D                                    E
I thank God that she couldn't see she really ever saw the real me
            A               F#m     D
and I don't miss the way it used to be.
            A               F#m     D
I don't miss the way it used to be.

                A                                   F#m
She come runnin back to me, arms wide open like she loved me.
                                D                         E
I guess this makes about the sixteenth timeshe's tried to let me go...

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