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
