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| chords THE PLACE I'M FROM It was the first time you saw me angry The cold Brooklyn night, broken glass on the snow And in the wind on the street, I set down my guitar I got this feeling, like when they call you son So I'm headed back to the place I'm from They called me out here just to say to me You don't make enough money, you're not worth the time Some people don't take responsibility for shifting other people's lives They say I'm finished, but I'm not done I'm just headed back to the place I'm from And I drove hard through the snow and the heat I held my ground on the edge of defeat And all those eyes as they'd tear into me The subway ride as I'd slide underneath All those kids sacrificing their souls For the myth of Rock & Roll And money and fame and those who crumble for those things They'll only leave you They'll only leave I think if you're gracious and you work hard If you're kind to other people and got something to say Then you can make a living but it might not be much So you gotta love it, and I won't be stunned If it takes you back to the place you're from If it takes you back to the place you're from |