Palm Trees Or Lost Souls

Joe Brooks

Tom: E

(capo 6ª casa)

(intro) E A E A

E                   A
City of stars that hide through the night
E                  A
Pity the dogs left out in the moonlight
E              A                         B
Talk about God and the weather is fine, just fine
E                        A
The taste of ambition is bitter and sweet
E                            A
It sings in a dream and then sleeps on a street
E                              A                 E                B
It's there in the eyes of the people you meet all the time, all the time

A             E                     F#m               B
This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on
A                 E                  F#m                 B
You've lost the race if you're feet fail you in the city of angels
              D
Wings don't grow on palm trees or lost souls

E                             A
The city of songs that burn holes in your heart
E                          A
Pity the ones that don't know where to start out
E                   A                   B
They walk without hope as the ocean rolls by
E                              A
Lies on the tongues and the mouths of the men
E                          A
Who deny us the chance to live as we planned
E                             A         E        B
Freedom feels good if only freedom were mine, all mine

A             E                     F#m               B
This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on
A                 E                  F#m                 B
You've lost the race if you're feet fail you in the city of angels
              D
Wings don't grow on palm trees or lost souls

Em
There's no in between here
F#m
You either whisper or scream here
B
And if you say you feel at home you know
A                          E
You're missing somewhere else

A             E                     F#m               B
This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on
A                 E                  F#m                 B
You've lost the race if you're feet fail you in the city of angels
              D
Wings don't grow on palm trees or lost souls

A             E                     F#m               B
This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on
A                 E                  F#m                 B
You've lost the race if you're feet fail you in the city of angels
              D                                E     A      E     A
Wings don't grow on palm trees or lost souls
     E                   A        E     A      E     A
On palm trees or lost souls
     E                   A        E
On palm trees or lost souls