Jake Rebman — Population 1200

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[Verse 1]
     D                                    Bm                                     G
We accept the love we think we deserve/I heard in a little green book my senior year
                             A
When I was young enough/to believe that love was a thing to believe in.
D                              Bm
But maybe we deserve what we accept/and love's just another word
     G                     A                   D
We throw in the middle to turn our heads from hate.


[Verse 2]
D                                        Bm                               G
But there's so much that I don't know/I never claimed to be someone that knows
                               A
Or cares enough to know/bout things we feel now and again. But
D                                  Bm
if I could see this town the way/I saw this town at 17
      G              A                D
Then that might be enough to make me stay.


[Chorus]
     Bm                               G                        D                             A
But times grow strange as that old population sign starts to change/along with everything I know.
           Bm                         G                             D                                   A
It seems everyone I love is either strung-out on drugs/or shot themselves for lack of somewhere else to go.
Bm                              A                    G                  A               D
Goodbye is the hardest part of having a friend./And small towns ain't meant for staying in.


[Verse 3]
D                                  Bm                           G
Back when I was younger, I'd let ciggerate smoke linger/on my clothes hoping the cancer
            A
Might just take me 'fore my mind did.
     D                       Bm
But now that I am older/I am more aware of dyin.
      G            A               D
My mortality is frightenin to the bone.


[Verse 4]
D                                        Bm
And I've wasted days by drinkin./I have pissed away nights thinkin bout
      G                           A
The girls I used to dream about./When I cared enough to dream then
     D                                    Bm
I'd wake up in a mid-night sweat/from a nightmare born out of regret.
 G                                      A            D
Praying as I catched my breath/that I wouldn't die alone.


[Chorus]
     Bm                               G                        D                             A
But times grow strange as that old population sign starts to change/along with everything I know.
           Bm                         G                             D                                   A
It seems everyone I love is either strung-out on drugs/or shot themselves for lack of somewhere else to go.
Bm                              A                    G                  A               D
Goodbye is the hardest part of having a friend./And small towns ain't meant for staying in.


[Outro]

     D                                    Bm                                     G
We accept the love we think we deserve/I heard in a little green book my senior year
                             A                                              D
When I was young enough/to believe that love was a thing to believe in.