Gregory Alan Isakov - Big black car

^AmYou were a ^Gphonograph,^F I was a kid ^AmI sat with ^Gan ear clos^Fe, just listening ^AmI was there^G when the r^Fain tapped her way down your face ^AmYou were a ^Gmiracle I w^Fas just holdin your space

^AmWell time h^Gas a way of^F throwing it all in your face ^AmThe past, s^Ghe is haunt^Fed, the future is laced ^AmHeartbreak,^G ya know, d^Frives a big black car ^AmSwear i was^G in the bac^Fk seat, just minding my own

^GAnd through the glass, the corn crows come like ^Crain They wont s^Gtay, they wont st^Amay for ^CToo long now This could be ^Gall that we ^Cknow.. Of l^Dove and all.

^AmWell you we^Gre a dancer^F, I was a rag ^AmThe song in^G my head, w^Fell was all that I had ^AmHope was a ^Gletter I ne^Fver could send ^AmLove was a ^Gcountry we ^Fcouldn't defend

^GAnd through the carniva^Aml we watch them go ^Cround and r^Gound All we knew of ^Amhome was just a ^Csunset and some c^Glowns ohhhhhhh

^AmWell you we^Gre a magazi^Fne, I was a plane Jane ^AmJust walkin^Gg the sidew^Falks all covered in rain ^Amlove to jus^Gt get into ^Fone of your stories ^AmJust me and^G all of my ^Fplain Jane glory Am G F ^AmJust me and^G all of my ^Fplain Jane glory Am G F Am G F ^AmHeya^Gyay^Fayay Am G F ^AmOhho^Ghoh^Fohoh Am G F ^AmHeya^Gyay^Fayay Am G F ^AmHeya^Gy ^F Am G F ^AmHeya^Gy ^F Am G F