So your (D)home town’s bring in’ you down.

Are you (C)drown in’ in the small talk and the (D)chat ter?

Are you gon na (D)step in to line like your dad dy done,

(C)punch in’ the time and (G)climb in’ life’s long lad der?

You been (D)howl in’ at the moon like a slack jawed school fool and break in’ ev ’ry rule they can throw (D)bore on.

Well, (D)one of these days, it’s gon na be right the soon, you’ll find your legs and (G)go

and stay (D)old

gone.

(A)Young man, (C)full of big plans and (G)think in’ a bout to mor (D)row;

(A)young man, (C)gon na make a stand.

You (G)beg, steal, you bor row.

You beg, you steal,

you bor row.

Well, (D)all in’ at the friends that you knew in school fool they used to be so cool; now they just (D)bore you.

Well, (D)look at ’em now, al read y pull in’ the plow, so quick to take to (G)grain

like some (D)old

mule.

(A)Young man, (C)full of big plans and (G)think in’ a bout to mor (D)row;

(A)young man, (C)gon na make a stand.

You (G)beg, steal, you bor row.

You beg, you steal,

you bor row.

Well,

(Am)Dream in’ of the day you’re gon na pack your bags, put the miles a (D)way.

Oh, just (Am)grab your girl and go where no one knows you.

What will all the old folks say?

So the

(A)Young man, (C)full of big plans and (G)think in’ a bout to mor (D)row;

(A)young man, (C)gon na make a stand.

You (G)beg, steal, you bor row.

You beg, you steal,

you bor row.