Ryan Adams

^G I don't know the ^C sound of my ^G father's voi ^G ce
^G I don't even ^G know how he says my ^D name ^D
But it ^C plays out like ^D song on ^Em a jukebox i ^C n a bar
In the ^G back of my ^D/A head till it's ^D worrying machi ^G ne ^G
And in the ^G cotton fields by the ^C house where ^G I was ^G born
^G The leaves burn like ^G effigies of my ^D kin ^D
And the ^C trains run ^D like snakes through ^Em the Penteco ^C stal pines
^G Filled up with cotton ^D and dime s ^G tore gin ^G
CHORUS I
^Em Jacksonville, ^Em how you ^C burden in my ^G soul
How you ^D hold all my ^C dreams capt ^Em ive ^Em
Em Jacksonville, ^Em how you ^C play with my ^G mind
How my ^D heart goes ^C bad
Suffo ^Em cating on the ^D pines in Ja ^Em cksonville ^Em