France chords by Ghost Mice

Okay, this is by far the most difficult song on the album to figure out because a large part of the melody
comes from the flute. I've played around with it a lot, and this is the best I've been able to come up
with, but once again, if anyone else thinks they can figure out something that can be improved about it,
don't hesitate to make any changes.

CHORDS USED:
F
C
G
D
Am

GHOST MICE: EUROPE

"France"

G - Am - C - Am
G - Am - C - Am
G - Am - C - Am
G - Am - C - Am

G                  Am
Paris isn't that romantic
C                     Am
If you don't have any money
G                     Am
Those cafés aren't so cute to walk by
C           Am
When you're hungry


G                     Am
Our campground on the outskirts of town
    C                      Am
Was all we could afford to do
   G                            Am
We were so sick of bein' in the big cities
    C                  Am
And this one seemed so rude, rude, rude


G                      Am
We mailed home all our huge rolls of film
            G                       Am
And all the change that we couldn't use
   G                              Am
We bumped into some girls that we knew from Texas
        G                    Am
Saw the Mona Lisa, her smile seemed so cruel


       Am
And we used our last ticket to take the train
     C
To a boat on the coast that would take us away
     G
To a place that we hoped
                        F
Would be the end of our sorrows


        Am
When we got there we were way too late
          C
There was no way we could leave that day
         G
We would have to find a place to stay
    F
And try again tomorrow


Am
We found a secret place to crash
     C
In a bush by the docks

That was filled with trash
   G                                 F
We cleared a spot and we called it a day


      Am
And I wished that I brought my guitar
     C
As I looked through the bush

Up at the stars
G                                  F
Fell asleep and got woke up by the rain


   C                           G
We waited on the porch for the doors to open
       Am
And we asked the guy if there was any reason hopin'
   C                 G
He said, "Don't give up,
           Am
Cross your fingers, wish for luck"


     C                            G
So I cast my spells and I made my curses
Am
Wishin' that a truck would get stuck
         C                   G
And then we could take their place,
                      Am
And leave France that day.