Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties - Lead paint and salt air

N.C.

One, two, three One, two, three

Down in ^CAsbury Park In a sublet I'm renting I ^Fgot a new job

The ^Amsun on my neck and some cash in my pocket At ^Gleast there's fresh air here I watch ^Cfamilies stroll by with their kids on vacation Scrape ^Fdecades of lead paint and salt air off porches Al^Amone with my thoughts

And I ^Gsmile for the first time this year G A B C D E

I walk al^Fone In the mist of t^Che evening Under the ^Fglow of the Paramount ^Csign I ^Cwatch ^C/Bthe ^Amsky turn violent with ^Flight On the fourth of ^GJuly

I've been s^Cpending my nights in a dive off the boardwalk A ^Fsad open mic

They ^Amyell out for Springsteen, or Dylan, or Mitchell But ^Gthese, these are all that I've got

I walk al^Fone In the mist of t^Che evening Under the ^Fglow of the Paramount ^Csign I ^Cwatch ^C/Bthe ^Amsky turn violent with ^Flight On the fourth of ^GJuly

^Em I've picked up smoking a^Fgain 'Cause I ^Clike how it makes all the ^Gdays go by fast ^Em Picked up smoking ^Fagain 'Cause somet^Ching's gonna kill me some ^Gday So why not ^Amthat? I'm smoking a^Ggain 'Cause I like^C it Why ^Gcan't I just like^F it? ^Am I'm smoking again ^{G A B C D E}

I walk al^Fone In the mist of t^Che evening Under the ^Fglow of the Paramount ^Csign I ^Cwatch ^C/Bthe ^Amsky turn violent with ^Flight On the fourth of ^GJuly