Tom: E
Introdução:
E B E
I've been taking off and landing, but this airport's closed
A E B
And how much thicker this fog is gonna get, God only knows
A
Just when you think that you've got a grip,
E /F# /G# A
E B/D# C#m B
As if you ever knew what it was,
A G#m F#m
Takin' you down the line.
B E
Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters
A
Of the South running helter skelter
E B/D# C#m
Down through the Mississippi Delta
B A B
With no place to call your own.
E
Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings,
A
All along the paint was peeling
E B/D# C#m
Down to an Indian blanket on a pony,
B A G#m F#m
With no rider in the flesh and bone
A E
Lookin' for his buffalo river home.
I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square