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Riding To New York

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                     Am7                                    C                            G                                      F  
Well, I met him in Minnesota he was dark and overcast
             Am7                                            C  
with long grey hair and eyes that stared
G  
through me like I was glass
F                                                            Am7  
I asked, where are you going to?
        G                                                                            F  
He said, I'm the wind, I'm just blowin' through
             Am7                                                      C                                    G  
Then he lit up a cigarette and began to talk
                        Am7                                                    C  
See the doctors told me that my body won't hold me
        G                                                         F  
My lungs are turning black
             Am7                                                              C  
Been Lucky Strike's fool since I was at school
                             G  
Now there ain't no turning back
             F                                            Am7                              G                                                                 F  
They can't tell me how long I've got, maybe months, but maybe not
                  Am7                                              C                                            G  
So I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
                        Dm                                         Am7                                              G  
'Cause I wanna see my grand-daughter one last time
                     Dm                                            Am7  
Want to hold her close and feel her tiny
C                                                    G  
Heartbeat next to mine
                Dm                                                 Am7  
Wanna see my son and the man he's become
C                                                                      G  
Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done
                     F                                                 Am7      G  
And I'd do it if I had to walk
                     F                                                    G                                              Am7  
Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
                                Am7                              C                            G                                 F  
Through the forests of Wisconsin, that I knew as a boy
                             Am7                         C                                         G  
Past the skyline of Chicago, 'round the lakes of Illinois
F                                              Am7  
I lay my head in a motel bed
                        G                                                            F  
When my back get sore and my eyes turn red
          Am7                                         C                                    G  
And listen to the trucks roll past my door
                                  Am7                      C                      G                                                    Am7  
Through the fields of Ohio as the sunshine paints them gold
             Am7                                 C                            G  
I'll run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold
F                                                 Am7                            G                                      F  
Fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turn-pike tolls
Am7                                      C                                 G  
I won't stop 'til I get to New York
                        Dm                                 Am7                                    G  
'Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last time
                Dm                                 Am7                         C                                    G  
Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine
                  Dm                                                         Am7  
Now my time is short, I wanna see my daughter
C                                                                              G  
Tell her I'm sorry for the things I taught her
                     F                                                 Am7            G  
And I'd do it if I had to walk
                     F                                                              G                                         Am7  
Oh, I'm taking this bike and I'm riding to New York
                     Dm                              Am7                                         G  
And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time
          Dm                                                      Am7  
Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me
          C                                              G  
The best years of my life
                     F                                              Am7         G  
And I'd do it if I had to walk
                          F                                              Am7         G  
Yeah, I'd do it if I had to walk
          F                                                    G                                            Am7  
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York