Big Leagues

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Strumming

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This could have been the big leagues, I could have been a star
G                                                              C
They say I had the talent, but they also say I didn't have the heart
 C                G
I Knew it from the start
         D                            C                     G
It might seem that it don't phase me, but it's tearing me apart

G
I could have been a poet, and some folks say I am
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I could have been a preacher, but to save a soul, you gotta give a damn
C                   G
Im not that kind of man
         D                           C             G
And I'll pray like hell to find out, Jesus understands

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G
I wake up every morning hearing rhymes and melodies
G                                                             C
I've been around for ages, but no one else has heard them but me
C                          G
I just write'em down for free
         D                      C                       G
But I'll gladly take the credit, all I'm doing this for me

G
So I just sit here talking to the ghost of my old man and ask him stuff
                                                                        C
About the wicked ways of women, about the easy road that always ends up rough
                                      G
I'll ask him why the Devil called his bluff
        D                       C            G
He gave all he had to give him, it was not enough

G
This could have been the big leagues, you could have been a star
G                                                              C
May have had the talent, but I know for sure I didn't have the heart

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