Tono: F
Introducción: F7M
F Fm C
Sunday drive past your own hall of fame
F
It's closed on weekdays, shut for good
F
They got no one when you're talking
F
Thoughts like rattlesnakes were walking
C
No one has a clue
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The parting shots
F C
The thin caught fault line dancing across the frigid air shacks
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The spastic rats, the criminals chat
F Fm C
Count to ten and read until the lights begin to bleed
F
Lights! Until you actually see the rays
F
And your thoughts they start to turn in
F
Just lessons that you're learning
C
No one has a clue
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The gauzy thoughts of the sturdy Scots
F C
Wrestle with the elements up on the trail high
C F
I need to know, where does it go?
F
How do I get there and what will I find?
C Bb F
Fun, fun, fun, fun for the summertime blues
F
(It's gonna set you free)
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Fun, fun, fun, fun, for the summertime blues