Burnin It Down

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When I was a boy, there were no limitations
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Said my goodbyes at the Greyhound station
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Here I am half a mile from where I grew up
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In a parking lot sitting in my pick-up truck

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And I'm thinking 'bout burnin' it down, boys
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Thinking 'bout burnin' it down
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Nothing's ever gonna be the same in this town

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Ten gallons of gas and a bottle of propane
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Electric igniter off my grill and I still can't
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Say for certain that this thing'll blow
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But if it does I'm going to be the first one to know

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And I'm thinking 'bout burnin' it down, boys
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Thinking 'bout burnin' it down
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Nothing's ever gonna be the same in this town
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I'm thinking 'bout burnin' the Walmart down

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Always used to say I'd come back some day and settle down
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I'm getting old, no place else to go, it's all come unwound

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So I'm watching the faces coming and going
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Some of them strangers, some that I know and
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It doesn't matter how much how long I wait
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'Dause the door's always open and it's never too late

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And I'm thinking 'bout burnin' it down, boys
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Thinking 'bout burnin' it down
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Nothing's ever gonna be the same in this town
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And I'm thinking 'bout burnin' it down, boys
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Thinking 'bout burnin' it down
G                    G/F#    Em
Nothing's ever gonna be the same in this town
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I'm thinking 'bout burnin' the Walmart down
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Thinking 'bout burnin' the Walmart down
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Thinking 'bout burnin' it down

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