Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties - Goodbye carolina blues

Goo^Gdbye, Carolina. I felt c^Bmold and I felt weak. I took the mi^Amdnight bus from Asheville passed like a ghost through Tenn^Cessee. Brushed th^Ge Northern edge of Blacksburg. Like y^Cour hair off of your cheeks. I wish I could fall asleep. ^FHalf-dead in the window seat-- ^Cawake for weeks.

^GGood morning, Manhattan. Stopped a P^Bmort Authority. I’ll take the t^Amrain under the river; ride the^C A out to the G. And I’ll walk^G along your narrow streets with a doll^Car cup of coffee, letting it ^Fstain my teeth. Two sugars, a d^Crop of cream. Bittersweet.

^GGod damn I missed you, Brooklyn. Caught my b^Bmreath here on your streets. I left my win^Amter coat in Charlotte. I’m c^Cursing at the breeze. I’m h^Giding out from early March. Read the si^Cgn hung in

^Fbroke last week. I walk the stairs to ^C403.

I don’t bl^Emame you for cha^Dnging the l^Cocks. I think I’d p^Emrobably do the s^Dame if it ^C were me. I’m ^Emgathering up the c^Dourage to kn^Cock. I’m not sure what I’m loo^Amking for. I don’t know what I ^Cwant. I don’t w^Gant anything. I don’t want ^Ebanything.

^GSome college student answers and my heart ^Bmcrash-lands on the floor. He says he ^Amsublet this place last month. He never h^Ceard of me before. He s^Gees me there collapsing and he ^Copens up the door. It’s all n^Few furniture. I barely recognize^C it anymore.

He says, I’m sorry^Em, man. I wi^Dsh that I knew mo^Cre. I’m not s^Emure exactly w^Dhat you’re looking f^Cor, but no Di^Emane, no, she don’t l^Dive here anymo^Gre, anymore^C, anymore.^Am Diane don’t l^Cive here anym^Gore.