Intro


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Horn line: Clean Ska

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Verse: Clean Ska


I got the [A] tunes in my pocket in an
[E] old ass walkman [F#m] walking to
the [D] beach with a [A] bottle of black
and tan
[A] Keys in the velcro where they
[E] always should be
[F#m]time's ticking [E] by like it
doesn't [A] concern me
[A] I'm killin' time with
[E] nothin' to do that's
[F#m} all I seem
to [D] think [A] about or do
my [A] soul is sound when I'm
[E] in my home town [F#m] yeah
[E] no [A] place I'd rather be...


Chorus:


[D] My Town, my street
[A] gives me peace of mind that can't be beat 
[D] My Town my street 


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Gives me peace of mind that can't be beat


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Gives me peace of mind that can't be beat


I can sleep all night to the sound of the ocean 
wake up in the morning and I do it all again
Seven days a week I pay no attention
I spend a lot of time with my record collection
I'm killing time with nothing to do
That's all I seem to think about or do
My soul is sound when I'm in my home town yeah
no place I'd rather be

I hear the sound of a skateboard
rolling down my backstreet
Reggae music coming from the
neighbor across from me
as time ticks by
never stop to ask, I never wonder why
My soul is sound when I'm
in my hometown yeah
no place I'd rather be