Key: A
Introduction:
A
She pulled over said "climb on in"... I did what she said
A
She turned the music up real loud... it was the Talking Heads
D A
Didn?t matter where we was going... made no difference to me at the time
E D
Takes me back when I hear that song... makes me feel warm inside,
NC A
A
Ever since the beginning of the world... the beginning of time
A
Somebody said that the road was his... somebody said ?No, it?s mine?
D
Some folks are born ?neath the sign of the road...
A
Close enough to turn and leave it all behind
E D
Fall together like the rock of Gibraltar... guitars and drums inside
NC A
A
Criss-crossed the country in two-tone job... it was 1985
A
Mile after mile we was burning oil... we couldn?t keep it alive
D A
Laid out flatter than a Chinese rug... when she went her way, I went mine
E D
All these memories like dirty plates stacked up in the sink of time
NC A
E GA B DE E GA B DE E GA B DE E GA B DE E
Let?s go