I dont know the right name for the C's so its C1,2, and 3 for now! C1 - 032033 C2 - 032010 C3 - 032030 Capo 2: G, C1, G , C1 G......C1...G.............C1.....................G.. Housewives told to recapture their youth ..................C1....................C2......C3..C2..C3 By wearing floral print and suede ....................G......C1...G.......C1................G.......... Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray ..............C1..........................C2......C3.......C2.....C3 Martha Stewart taught them to make on TV ......................G......C1.. I was raised a farmgirl G..........C1....................G..C1.................G I'm too far from home, all alone on the road ..............................C2...................................C3...............C2.. Trying to figure out who I am now the the stardust has turned to sand ........C3.................................C2.....................C3...............G... C1...G...C1 And the sand has turned to stone on the starmaking machine ...........C2.......C3 I'm 31 years old ......C2.....................C3..................................G That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began and repeat throughout the song... you should get the rhythm by now! And my daddy, he wrote songs and he broke colts And he went back to school to get a degree Now he teaches music to kids, he taught music to me And this Alaskan girl was living in Stephenville, Texas Yes, you guessed it, I moved here because I fell in love with a man And I moved his ex-old lady's things out of the closet The same closet I had to move my things back in It didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate Everything's temporary if you give it enough time But hey, I'm just a kid, I've got nothing to lose I'm a singer of songs, I'm a player for crowds Hey Mom, look, I'm an entertainer I'm a modern day troubadour trying to find justice with six strings Trying to make the world make sense out of me Trying to be loved completely, trying to love honestly Trying to find a decent high noon cup of tea In another shitty hotel I'm trying to listen to the leaves speak Trying to steal secrets from fishes in the creek Trying to figure out who I am A pretty mediocre cook, an even worse mathematician, maybe a mother one day What will it be? And I'm 31 years old That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began I'm trying to figure out who I am But there's no hand to hold, no Doctor Martin Luther King There's just syncophants And the mindlessness on TV We all read magazines for the latest ways to behave So why not follow me, the blond bombshell deity? I'll sell you neat ideas without big words And a little bit of cleavage to help wash it all down Hey, everybody thought Godard was a clown And that ain't gonna be me And I'm 31 years old That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began And I'm 31 years old That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began Guess that just means I'm in Texas