Bluebird Jim White Capo 3 [Am]Bluebird on a [C]telephone line. [D]How are you? [Am]I'm feeling fine. [Am]Sweetly do I [Em]whisper your [Am]name. [Am]Lonely solo [C]taxi ride to a [D]cheap motel on the [Am]wrong side of the tracks. [Am]The facts are [Em]tricky to ex[Am]plain.
[Dm]Cold front bearing down, [Am]blowing in from Birmingham. [Dm]By dawn the window's wet with icy [Am]rain. [Dm]Behind fourteen doors, a [Am]sad parade of paramours [Am]are throwing little white rocks at [Em]sorrow's window [Am]pane. [Am]Me, I've found someone to [Em]love more than the [Am]rain. [Am]Salvation Army [C]ringing bell, [D]kingdom come and [Am]wishing wells. [Am]Hey Santa Claus I [Em]see your junkie [Am]eyes. [Am]It's the devil and the [C]deep blue sea, with old [D]friends I hope I [Am]never see again ;Am]all tangled up with [Em]misery and [Am]lies. [Dm]The lonely hiss of passing cars [Am]feeds the ache of ancient scars, [Dm]like ghosts beneath my bed rattling [Am]chains. [Dm]No good luck charm or remedy ever [Am]proved to soothe my sanity [Am]nor bad medicine [Em]served to ease my [Am]pain. [Am]Had to find someone to [Em]love more than the [Am]rain. [Am]Now, old habits [C]will die hard. [D]This pile of junk setting [Am]in my yard... [Am]souvenirs from the [Em]wrecking ball of [Am]dreams. [Am]You spend a lifetime tearing [C]temples down, [D]it gets to feel like [Am]hallowed ground [Am]is a shallow grave [Em]where ne'er the bluebird [Am]sings. [Dm]Last time home when I played this song, you said [Am]"Dad, it's sad, and way too long." [Dm]And I pulled you close and held you in my [Am]arms. [Dm]Yes, salvation wears a thin disguise 'cause [Am]I can see the heaven in your eyes. [Am]And I thank God them years I [Em]searched were not in [Am]vain... [Am]finally found someone to [Em]love more than the [Am]rain. [Am]Bluebird I love you [Em]more than the [Am]rain.
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