Caamp - Common man

Common ^Gman, ^Csix foot ^Gtall he ^Dstands ^CWaiting on his date for some ^Gcompany party in ^DFrance And she’s ^Glate, the ^Cboss man said “a ^Gquarter till ^Deight” And as ^Cnine rolled around at his ^Gwatch he’s looking down, the ticking ^Dfate. Oh the ^Cfunny thing about ^Dlove is it makes you ^Gwait.

He wore his ^Ggood shoes, now he’s ^Cwalking them ^Ghome with the ^Dhomesick blues Feeling ^Clike he fucked up, it’s all ^Gright he’ll get back up because he ^Dchooses to. His over^Gcoat, ^Cspeckled with ^Gsnow he walks ^Dalone Just ^Cthen he turns his head and sees a ^Ggirl of which they said the poets ^Dwrote. ^C

Don’t hesi^Dtate my dear, don’t ^Gwait put it all on the ^Emline ^C I’m a leap of ^Dfaith my dear, and I’m ^Gslipping down your ^Emspine ^C I will ^Dwait my dear till I’m ^Gdead or the end of my ^Emtime Or ^Cyou let me ^Dknow you’re ^Gmine. ^{C G}

He went in^Gsane; oh the ^Cthought of her ^Gtortured his ^Dbrain So he ^Cretraced his steps so he ^Gwould not forget where she’d ^Dbeen But she was ^Ggone, just the ^Cscent of her ^Glingered ^Don So he ^Clived all of his days with his ^Ghead stuck in a maze half ^Dstoned ^C

Don’t hesi^Dtate my dear, don’t ^Gwait put it all on the ^Emline ^C I’m a leap of ^Dfaith my dear, and I’m ^Gslipping down your ^Emspine ^C I will ^Dwait my dear till I’m ^Gdead or the end of my ^Emtime Or ^Cyou let me ^Dknow you’re ^Gmine. Or ^Cyou let me ^Dknow you’re ^Gmine. ^{C G}