Where in hell can you (Cm)go,

(Db)far from the things that you know,

(Db)far from the sprawl of con crete that keeps crawl ing its way

’bout a thou sand miles a day.

Take one last look be hind;

com (Db)mit this to mem ’ry and mind.

I (Db)don’t miss this waste land, this the (Ab)ter ri ble place.

When you (Eb)leave,

keep your heart off your sleeve.

Moth er (Ab)land,

cra dle (Eb)me,

close my (Db)eyes, lull a by me to sleep.

Keep me (Db)safe, lie with me, stay be side me, don’t go.

Don’t you go.

Oh, my five and dime queen,

com (Db)mit tell me, what have you seen?

The (Db)lust and the av a rice, the (Ab)bot tom less, the ern ous (Eb)greed,

keep is that what you see?

Moth er (Ab)land,

cra dle (Eb)me,

close my (Db)eyes, lull a by me to sleep.

Keep me (Db)safe, lie with me, stay be side me, don’t go.

Don’t you go.

It’s your (Db)hap pi ness

I want (Ab)most of all,

and for (Db)that I’d do (Bb7)an y thing at (Eb)all.

Oh, mer cy me!

If you want the (Db)best of it,

or the (Ab)most of love,

if there’s (Db)an y thing (Bb7)I can do at (Eb)all…

Now, come on, shot gun bride,

(Db)what makes me en vy your (Ab)life?

(Db)Face less, name less, (Ab)in no cent, blame less, and free,

what’s that like to be?

Oh, moth er

Don’t go.