Pulaski
Drive-By TruckersVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
x1)
She was fresh out of college
The first one in her family to go
and California seemed like heaven,
Pulaski, Tennessee was her home
Repeat Intro
She worked on losing her southern accent
and turned her back on her Baptist ways
She bought some clothes that barely
covered her fair skinned body,
Went to Nashville and caught a plane
Well the clouds rushed beneath her
as the LA smog filled the air
And she smiled when the airlock opened
The Pacific breeze blew through her hair
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She thought about the boys from Alabama
Who came into town every Friday night
and drank beer out of big glass quart bottles
and left their trail of blood and tears behind
She thought the men in California would be different
She'd grown up watching them on her TV
But the men she came to know in California
Left her longing for Pulaski, Tennessee
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Good ideas always start with a full glass
and just breathing here can make a girl's nose bleed
Dreams here live and die just like a stray dog on a
dirt road somewhere in Tennessee
The storefronts all filled up with eyeballs
As the policemen clear out the street
For a line of cars with their headlights burning
Driving slow through Pulaski, Tennessee
Repeat Intro
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Readable chord sheet for Pulaski by Drive-By Truckers
x1) [D] [G] [D] [D] [G] [D] [Bm] [G] [D] [G] [A] [D] [D]She was [G]fresh ou[D]t of college [D]The firs[G]t one in[D] her family to go [Bm]and California s[G]eemed li[D]ke heaven, [G]Pulaski, Tenness[A]ee was her home [D] Repeat Intro [D]She worked on lo[G]sing her souther[D]n accent [D]and turned her back on her Bapt[G]ist ways [D] [Bm]She bought some [G]clothes that bar[D]ely [D]covered her fair skinned[G] body, [A]Went to Nashville and ca[D]ught a plane [G]Well the clouds rushed b[D]eneath her [Bm]as the LA smog filled th[A]e air [G]And she smiled when the [D]airlock [Bm]opened [G]The Pacific bree[A]ze blew through [D]her hair Repeat Intro [D]She thought abou[G]t the boys from [D]Alabama [D]Who came into to[G]wn every Friday [D]night [Bm]and drank beer o[G]ut of big glass quart bo[D]ttles [G]and left their t[A]rail of blood an[D]d tears behind [G]She thought the men in Californi[D]a would be different [Bm]She'd grown up watching [A]them on her TV [G]But the men she came to [D]know in [Bm]California [G]Left her longing[A] for Pulaski, Te[D]nnessee Repeat Intro [Bm]Good ideas always start with a f[A]ull glass [G]and just breathi[D]ng here can make a girl'[A]s nose bleed [G]Dreams here live[D] and die just like a str[Bm]ay dog on a [G]dirt road somewh[A]ere in Tennessee[D] [D]The stor[G]efronts all fill[D]ed up with eyeballs [D]As the p[G]olicemen clear o[D]ut the street [Bm]For a line of cars with their hea[G]dlights burning[D] [G]Driving slow through Pu[A]laski, Tennessee [D] Repeat Intro