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Standard Tuning, Capo 2
Intro Chords: G, E minorEm
E minorEm G+G
We drove after the show
E minorEm G+G
On dark and windy roads
E minorEm G+G
The fog was so thick
C majorC D MajorD
We couldn't see through it
E minorEm G+G
We had to take it slow
E minorEm G+G
But little did I know
E minorEm G+G
That while I did my best to keep us alive
C majorC D MajorD
You were dying out there on the west coast
C majorC D MajorD
And the blue and red lights looked so bright in the fog
G+G C majorC
With no seatbelts on and an expired license plate
A minorAm D MajorD
That vermont state police man must have known
what was to come
G+G C majorC
She took it easy on us and he let us drive away
A minorAm D MajorD G+G C majorC
The road seemed to go on forever that night and the hour kept getting late
A minorAm D MajorD
The cell phone towers that we drove past
G+G Gmaj7Gmaj7 C majorC
Had a grim look on their face
A minorAm D MajorD
Cuz they knew what they had to do
G+G C majorC
But they didn't want to break the news
A minorAm D MajorD G+G
It's an awful job that no one wants to do (Continue these chords)
Kept awake by crazy dogs
Too much baking powder used
I had seven missed calls
So I knew that it was bad bad news
I went to the van
The taste of metal in my mouth
I played the message back again and again
Just hoping that I heard it wrong somehow
And the people on the streets, they stared at me
As I stared off into space
Like a statue in the back seat, like a coffin in the grave
I sat frozen in purple rain
And I waited for the phone call to come to tell me
That this was one of your pranks
And I waited for weeks and weeks to let a
Tear roll down my face
And I knew what they had to do
But I didn't want to break the news
It's an awful job that no one wants to do
So this is where you went
When you left to try and kill the president
We tracked you down
And we dragged you back into the van somehow
I threw you against a fence
I felt so bad for doing it
The next morning I just left
I drove home alone feeling so fuckin sick
And somewhere in pennsylvania
I saw a dozen amish women on a bridge
They waved at me when I drove underneath
I was worried about what it meant
This was years ago I know I know
But now I'm back again
And the goddamn telephone's telling me
That I don't have a best friend
I don't what to go home
Because it's home's not where I live
So I played that message one more time again