Hawksley Workman - Dont be crushed

^CYou're where all the poets go ^Gyou"re where all the ashes blow ^AmYou're he kind of maker That makes the whole world come true ^FMy baby shes inside me now ^CI made her a place to settle down ^GIts close to my heart ^Amshe likes the sound ^FIts twenty minutes out of town ^CAirline water breaking fast ^GIn New York city, low on cash ^AmAnother week and you'll be back ^FAnd you'll be staying home at last

^DmBut don't act broken Even when you're broken ^{G C}Its just one of those things^{F Dm}Thank god you're timeless cause my w^Gatch got stolen ^CIts the good stuf^Ff that you bring ^DmDon'^Gt be^C crushed

^CThis city will always bug you baby ^GI know for me it does the same ^AmIts pretty i supose form inside a plane ^FThats heading for another place ^CBut wave and blow me one more kiss ^GYou're a dead eye, baby you never miss ^AmThere's not much else as sweet as this ^FI waved so hard i broke my wrist

^DmDon't^G be c^Crushed