Intro: D G A D
D
I'm on a B road heading for the sea
Em
To see if hands across the ocean
          A         D
Shake or wave
D
Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers
Em
I can see for miles
                           A
But all I do is watch the time
                   D
And the driver's hands


He harbours thoughts on personal grief

I said your hardship's

Only one of a fleet

That didn't go down well

CHORUS
 D             A
Listen son if you'd spent
      Bm
Your life in the last lane
 A                 Em        D   A
You would have an accent to grind
 D              A
Punch-drunk on patriotism
 Bm
Blind-drunk on borderism
  A               D              G          A        D
Maybe I should drive

 D
And while you're castaway

The mice'll play
 Em
They'll have a license
                         A
To dull those left back home
                        D
What about those poor souls?

CHORUS

          Em     D
And as I jumped to these conclusions
     Em          D
He thumped his feet on the brakes
         A
But we still hit a songwriter
                              D   G   D   G   Em   G   D
Trudging through the rain

  A
Scrambled out and watched him

Rest in pieces
 Bm
Said a prayer and rifled
              E
Through his pockets

But the side of his mouth
                        A
Still had something to say
        D
At the toss of a coin
          G
I end up head in the dirt
                 A
And tail in the air
                    D
Yet you can dance away
     G                       Am
But be it friend of hard-up-man

=46ellow or kin
           D
When the chips are down
                  G
They're down for good


Mail me for corrections: gunnarha@jus.uio.no

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Gunnar O. Haereid               "Call, collect and gather me,
                                 take me intravenously."
gunnarha@jus.uio.no                     The TrashCanSinatras
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