Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb

Zac Brown Band - Junkyard Flat tune Intro ||Am ||x6 -------|------------------------------| -------|------------------------------| -------|------------------------------| -5h6h7-|7---7---7---7---7---7---5h6h7-| -0-----|0---0---0---0---0---0---0-----| -------|------------------------------| Verse 1

^Am I have lived in a junkyard^C ^Am where the weeds eat up the rai^Cn ^Am You get anything there out of place^C ^Am you know there's hell to pay

Chorus

And he said,^F "You're as s^Cick as you are l^Govely ^F And in n^Ceed of a h^Gand" ^F He tells me, “y^Cou are never w^Gorthy” But I was j^Fust a child, you s^Cee, that was m^Fy realit^Cy

Interlude Am | || Verse 2

He had a s^Amick little girl dirty and hard with a breast plate made of metal^C She d^Amrives all day in her rusty Buick and her feet don't reach the pedals^C Got a ^Amjar of flies, her father's disguise where his heart should be^C Her m^Amouth is sown together, she screams with those eyes (screams with those eyes)

Chorus

^F She's as s^Cick, as she is l^Govely ^F And in n^Ceed of my h^Gand where he uses his hands ^F He tells her, “y^Cou are never w^Gorthy” She was ^Fall alone you s^Cee, that was h^Fer realit^Cy

Interlude Am | | | | | | | || yeah Verse 3

Well I sh^Amoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming but I wake up to broken glass^C There'll ^Ambe one more empty desk in my homeroom class^C I got an ^Amold bone pocket knife tight in my right hand ^C To s^Amave my poor mother from the junk yard man

Chorus

^F He's as s^Cick as she is l^Govely ^F And in n^Ceed of a h^Gand ^F He will kn^Cow he's not w^Gorthy When he d^Fies alone you s^Cee, that's h^Fis realit^Cy

^F I'm not s^Cick, I am l^Govely ^F Hatred ^Cis the curse of m^Gan ^F I will n^Cot feel unw^Gorthy 'Cause I've w^Fashed my hands you s^Cee, that's m^Fy realit^Cy

Outro Am | | | | |N.C. || Am |F G|Am |F G|Am |F G|Am |F G|Am