Greg Graffin - Shotgun

^DIf I had a dollar for each ^Gtime you let me down Then ^DI'd have been a rich man long a^Ggo But the ^Dthing with lofty ^Cnotions is you ^Ggot to let them go Re^Emlieve yourself of ^Aproof Be^Emlieve in higher t^Aruth And ^Emlook for deeper ^Ameaning like the ^Bmway that ^Apoets ^Gdo So I ^Emonly ride ^Ashotgun for ^Dyou

^DHeading out with you behind the ^Gwheel is like a poem I ^Dhold my tongue and exercise re^Gstraint That ^Dold familiar ^Croadhouse always ^Gputs us in the mood Just ^Emas we cross the tr^Aack I ^Emwatch you knock them b^Aack And ^Emthough we see those ^Acity lights In^Bmstead, we ^Ahit the ^Gsack I ^Emonly ride ^Ashotgun for ^Dyou

^BmHighways bring on loneliness ^Gbut I won't beg forgiveness ^Bm'Cause that is where I'm ^Dhappi^Aest to be With you there next to ^Emme

So I'll ^Emsend them my re^Agards In that ^Emdark and moldy ^Abar Now ^EmI won't have to ^Agamble 'cause that's ^Emalways where you ^Aare But ^Emlike a shooting ^Astar, I'm ^Emuseless from a^Afar So I'm ^Emblazing for ^Aglory to come ^Bmget you ^Ain my ^Gcar And ^Emdarling, you ^Aknow my aim is ^Bmtru^Ae ^G 'Cause I ^Emonly ride ^Ashotgun for ^Dyou