Тональность: F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Db
I was thinking 'bout you, cross
Ab
Db
ing Southern Alberta
Eb
Canola fields on a July day
Db
About the same chartreuse
Ab
as that sixty-nine Bug
Bug
Fm
Eb
Db
You used to drive around San Jose
Verse 2
Db
Never knew where my old white
Ab
Lincoln might take you
Db
Eb
Party on wheels with suicide doors
Db
Bring the kids and the dogs
Ab
and your grandma too
Eb
Fm
Eb
Db
We al ways had room for more
'Til that white-knuckle ride ride
Ab
back from Santa Cruz
Db
Second-best surfer surfer
Eb
on the central coast
Db
Had you wrapped up all the way
Ab
back to Los Gatos
Eb
Fm
Eb
Db
And I could've cut his throat
And it wasn't like we were
Ab
an item to start with
Eb
Fm
It had no basis in fact
Db
But the whiskey could push me
Ab
to sudden extremes
Eb
I don't wanna think about that,
Db
Ab
Db
I don't wanna think about that
Verse 3
Fm
Eb
Db
Take my hand, Marie
Ab
Eb
Db
Take a death grip on some part of me
Ab
Eb
Keep me from drifting far out to sea
Fm
Eb
Db
Or I'll be lost out there
Ab
Eb
Fm
Db
Ab
Verse 4
Eb
Db
We all drifted away with
Ab
the days getting shorter
Db
Seeking our place
Eb
in the greater scheme
Db
Kids and careers and a vague
Ab
Eb
sense of order
Fm
Eb
Db
Busting apart at the seams
I heard you switched coasts,
Ab
moved in with your sister
Db
Eb
I doubt you'd have called it familial bliss
Db
We met up in Brooklyn
Ab
Eb
before it went hipster
Fm
Eb
Db
You car ried your keys in your fist
Ab
In a way back corner of a cross-town bus
bus
Eb
Fm
We were hid ing out under my hat
Db
Ab
Cashing in on a thirty-year crush
crush
Eb
You can't be young and do that
Db
Ab
Db
You can't be young and do that
Fm
Take my hand, Marie
Verse 5
Eb
Db
Ab
Take a death grip
Eb
Db
on some part of me
Ab
Eb
Keep me from drifting far out to sea
Fm
Eb
Db
Or I'll be lost out there
Fm
Eb
Db
Eb
Or I'll be lost out there
Interlude 1
Fm
Eb
Ab
Eb
Db
Eb
Fm
Eb
Ab
Eb
Db
Fm
Eb
Ab
Eb
Db
Eb
Verse 6
Db
I was thinking 'bout you crossing
Ab
Db
Southern Alberta
Eb
Canola fields at harvest time
Db
Looked like tumbleweeds
Ab
all raked up into rows
Fm
Ab
Db
Brown rusty contour lines
And there's not much moving
Ab
on the ro mance radar
Db
Eb
Not that I'm craving it all that much
Db
Ab
But I still need to feel every once in a while
Eb
Ab
Eb
The warmth of a smile and a touch
Db
And in a way back corner
Ab
of a cross-town bus
bus
Eb
Fm
We were hiding out under my hat
Db
Ab
Cashing in on a thirty-year crush
crush
Eb
You can't be young and do that
Db
Ab
You can't be young and do that
Eb
You can't be young and do that
Db
Ab
Db
You can't be young and do that
Verse 7
Fm
Eb
Db
Take my hand, Marie
Ab
Eb
Db
Take a death grip on some part of me
Ab
Eb
Keep me from drifting far out to sea
Fm
Eb
Db
Or I'll be lost out there
Fm
Eb
Db
I'll be lost out there
Fm
Eb
Db
I'll be lost out there
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