Alabama Acres Kevin Devine # # # # [C]So there's hundreds of [D]auburn alabama [G]acres with rows of [C]red roofs o[D]ver warm farmers [G]daughters who've got no i[C]ntention of invi[D]ting me in [Em] space shines all above m[C]e so i settle [D]myself under i[G]t. when i[C] wake up i'm back in my crowde[D]d city apartm[G]ent some random [C]men doing wo[D]rk off in the kitc[G]hen s[G]tacking mattresses up now to the ceiling and down to the floor. my fathers sick in the h[C]allway i hear him whi[ (chordiearchive.chordie.com)