G                               C
Well shes city nights and broadway marquee signs
         G                               C       
and im just one red light down past an old cafe
         G                               C
and her world spins fast concrete, steel and glass
         G                               C
and mine moves more like molasses on a wednesday
         Am                              D
so how can we love so good and live so differently

[Chorus]
         G                               C                                       
she likes the view from the penthouse suite
                                         G
she likes the sound of those city streets
                 D                               C
at 2am when i got satin pillows pulled over my head
         G                       C
and i like taking the long way home
                                         Em      
and getting lost down dusty backwood roads
                                 Am
well i cant blame her for not caring where they might lead
                 C               D
well maybe shes too new york, or maybe im too tennessee

[Verse]
         G                       C
she makes me laugh martini in her hand
         G                       C
as shes trying to imitate my southern draw
         G                       C
looking too cute in my old straw hat
         G                       C
but that womans no cowgirl at all
         Am                              D
sometimes it makes me wonder what she sees in me

[Chorus]
         G                               C                                       
she likes the view from the penthouse suite
                                         G
she likes the sound of those city streets
                 D                               C
at 2am when i got satin pillows pulled over my head
         G                       C
and i like taking the long way home
                                         Em                      
and getting lost down dusty backwood roads
                                 Am
well i cant blame her for not caring where they might lead
                 C               D
well maybe shes too new york, or maybe im too tennessee

[Bridge]
   C                     G
maybe i shold question why
   C                     D
and just catch a red eye flight

[Chorus/Outro]
         G                               C                                       
she likes the view from the penthouse suite
                                         G
she likes the sound of those city streets
                 D                               C
at 2am when i got satin pillows pulled over my head
         G                       C
and i like taking the long way home
                                         Em
and getting lost down dusty backwood roads
                                 Am
well i cant blame her for not caring where they might lead
                 C               D
well maybe shes too new york, or maybe im too tennessee