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Stephenville, TX by Jewel
Stephenville, TX
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:2nd fret
I'll call this G*:
G G/C
e|---3333----3333-----|
B|---3333----3333-----|
G|---0000----0000-----|
D|---0000----0000-----|
A|-------2h3----------|
E|-3------------------|
Intro: G*
--Verse 1:
G*
Housewives trying to recapture their youth
C add 9
by wearing floral print and suede
G*
fixing their hair doos
with PC chemical free hairspray
C add 9
Martha stewart taught 'em to make on TV
G*
I was raised a farm girl
I'm too far from home all alone on the road
trying to figure out who I am
C add 9
Now that the star dust has turned to sand
the sand has turned to stone
G*
the star making machine
--Chorus:
D
I'm 30 years old that ain't the end
G*
sure ain't where i began
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--Chorus:
i'm 30 years old that ain't the end
sure ain't where i began
G
guess that just means it's texas
Outro:
e|---3333--33-----------3------|
B|---3333--33----------3-------|
G|---0000--00---------0--------|
D|---0000------------0---------|
A|--------3---2-0---2----------|
E|-3---------------3-----------|
Housewives trying to recapture their youth
By wearing floral print and suede
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
Martha Stewart taught them to make on TV
I was raised a farm girl
I'm too far from home, all alone on the road
Trying to figure out who I am now the the stardust has turned to sand
And the sand has turned to stone on the star making machine
I'm thirty one years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
And my daddy, he wrote songs and he broke colts
And he went back to school to get a degree
Now he teaches music to kids, he taught music to me
And this Alaskan girl was living in Stephenville, Texas
Yes, you guessed it, I moved here because I fell in love with a man
And I moved his ex-old lady's things out of the closet
The same closet I had to move my things back in
It didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate
Everything's temporary given enough time
But hey, I've got nothing to lose
I'm a singer for crowds, I'm a writer of songs
Hey Mom, look, I'm an entertainer
I'm a modern day troubadour trying to find justice with six strings
Trying to make the world make sense out of me
Trying to be loved completely, trying to love honestly
Trying to find a decent high noon cup of tea
In another hotel
I'm trying to listen to the leaves speak
Trying to steal secrets from fishes in the creek
Trying to figure out who I am
a pretty mediocre cook, an even worse mathematician, maybe a mother someday
What will it be?
I'm thirty one years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
I'm trying to figure out who I am
But there's no hand to hold, no Doctor Martin Luther King
There's just sycophants
And the mindlessness on TV or in the magazines
On the latest ways to behave
So why not follow me, the blond bombshell deity?
I'll sell you neat ideas without big words
And a little bit of cleavage to wash it all down
Hey, everybody thought Godard was a clown
Man that ain't gonna be me
I'm thirty one years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
I'm thirty one years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
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version 2
Capo:2nd fret
I dont know the right name for the C's so its C1,2, and 3 for now!
C1 - 032033
C2 - 032010
C3 - 032030
Capo 2:
G, C1, G , C1
G......C1...G.............C1.....................G..
Housewives told to recapture their youth
..................C1....................C2......C3..C2..C3
By wearing floral print and suede
....................G......C1...G.......C1................G..........
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
..............C1..........................C2......C3.......C2.....C3
Martha Stewart taught them to make on TV
......................G......C1..
I was raised a farmgirl
G..........C1....................G..C1.................G
I'm too far from home, all alone on the road
..............................C2...................................C3
Trying to figure out who I am now the the stardust has turned to sand
...............C2..
........C3.................................C2.....................C3
And the sand has turned to stone on the starmaking machine
...............G... C1...G...C1
...........C2.......C3
I'm 31 years old
......C2.....................C3..................................G
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
and repeat throughout the song... you should get the rhythm by now!
And my daddy, he wrote songs and he broke colts
And he went back to school to get a degree
Now he teaches music to kids, he taught music to me
And this Alaskan girl was living in Stephenville, Texas
Yes, you guessed it, I moved here because I fell in love with a man
And I moved his ex-old lady's things out of the closet
The same closet I had to move my things back in
It didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate
Everything's temporary if you give it enough time
But hey, I'm just a kid, I've got nothing to lose
I'm a singer of songs, I'm a player for crowds
Hey Mom, look, I'm an entertainer
I'm a modern day troubadour trying to find justice with six strings
Trying to make the world make sense out of me
Trying to be loved completely, trying to love honestly
Trying to find a decent high noon cup of tea
In another shitty hotel
I'm trying to listen to the leaves speak
Trying to steal secrets from fishes in the creek
Trying to figure out who I am
A pretty mediocre cook, an even worse mathematician, maybe a mother one day
What will it be?
And I'm 31 years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
I'm trying to figure out who I am
But there's no hand to hold, no Doctor Martin Luther King
There's just syncophants
And the mindlessness on TV
We all read magazines for the latest ways to behave
So why not follow me, the blond bombshell deity?
I'll sell you neat ideas without big words
And a little bit of cleavage to help wash it all down
Hey, everybody thought Godard was a clown
And that ain't gonna be me
And I'm 31 years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
And I'm 31 years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
Guess that just means I'm in Texas
Housewives trying to recapture their youth
By wearing floral print and suede
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
Martha Stewart taught them to make on TV
I was raised a farm girl
I'm too far from home, all alone on the road
Trying to figure out who I am now the the stardust has turned to sand
And the sand has turned to stone on the star making machine
I'm thirty one years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
And my daddy, he wrote songs and he broke colts
And he went back to school to get a degree
Now he teaches music to kids, he taught music to me
And this Alaskan girl was living in Stephenville, Texas
Yes, you guessed it, I moved here because I fell in love with a man
And I moved his ex-old lady's things out of the closet
The same closet I had to move my things back in
It didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate
Everything's temporary given enough time
But hey, I've got nothing to lose
I'm a singer for crowds, I'm a writer of songs
Hey Mom, look, I'm an entertainer
I'm a modern day troubadour trying to find justice with six strings
Trying to make the world make sense out of me
Trying to be loved completely, trying to love honestly
Trying to find a decent high noon cup of tea
In another hotel
I'm trying to listen to the leaves speak
Trying to steal secrets from fishes in the creek
Trying to figure out who I am
a pretty mediocre cook, an even worse mathematician, maybe a mother someday
What will it be?
I'm thirty one years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
I'm trying to figure out who I am
But there's no hand to hold, no Doctor Martin Luther King
There's just sycophants
And the mindlessness on TV or in the magazines
On the latest ways to behave
So why not follow me, the blond bombshell deity?
I'll sell you neat ideas without big words
And a little bit of cleavage to wash it all down
Hey, everybody thought Godard was a clown
Man that ain't gonna be me
I'm thirty one years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
I'm thirty one years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began
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