Great Suburban Showdown

G Am Bm C G D C A D

        G        Am            Bm                  C
Flyin' east on a plane, drinkin' all that free champagne
G                 D               C              A D
Guess I saw this comin' down the line...
  G                     Am          Bm                           C
And I know it should be fun, but I think I should have packed my gun,
         G             D            C
Got that old suburban showdown in my mind.


    G               Am              Bm              C
Sit around with the folks, tell the same old tired jokes
G                  D           C              A D
Bored to death on Sunday afternoon
        G           Am           Bm            C
Mom and Dad, me and you, and the outdoor barbecue
G                D              C
Think I'm gonna hide out in my room

G          Em                              Bm
  I've been gone for a while, made some changes in my style
          C                G     F       F7
and they say you can't go home anymore
           Em                                  Bm               E
Well the streets all look the same, and I'll have to play the game
      Am
We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
         C                  D        D4
with the tv on with the neighbors there

G           Am            Bm              C
Out in the yard where my Daddy worked so hard
G                   D                 C         A D
He never lets the crabgrass grow too high
        G              Am              Bm                      C
Oh the place hasn't changed and that's why I'm gonna feel so strange,
       G                D             C
but I have to face the music, bye and bye...


G Am Bm C G D C A D G Am Bm C G D G

G          Em                              Bm
  I've been gone for a while, made some changes in my style
          C                G     F       F7
and they say you can't go home anymore
           Em                                  Bm               E
Well the streets all look the same, and I'll have to play the game
      Am
We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
         C                  D        D4
with the tv on with the neighbors there

       G          Am             Bm                C
We'll drive into town, when this big-bird touches down
G                D           C         A D
I'm only coming home to say goodbye,
          G             Am   Bm              C
Then I'm gone with the wind, and I won't be seen again
            G               D             C
'till that great suburban showdown in the sky.

            G               D             G
‘Till that great suburban showdown in the sky