Ingram Hill - Chicago

^AmStreetlights blind my ^Feyes through a sh^Cade that's halfway pul^Gled ^AmCracklin' right side ^Finterrupts the ra^Cdio in my he^Gad ^AmSpeeding through a ^Ffamiliar town that I d^Con't know all too w^Gell I^Am find a glimpse of ^Fyou outside my h^Come ^G

If you ev^Fer want to c^Come home from C^Ghicago And ^Fleave the things that ^Chabit made you l^Gove I'll be t^Fhere to awa^Cit your arriv^Gal To g^Five you a li^Cfe you'll never k^Gnow

^AmSometimes I get the f^Feeling that I'm n^Cot the only o^Gne ^AmSometimes my silence s^Fpeaks for itsel^Cf ^G As I ^Amstroll on down the ^Fstreet I pray for a ^Cchance I'll see you th^Gere This ^Amtime I think I'll s^Fhare my life with ^Cyou ^G

If you ev^Fer want to c^Come home from C^Ghicago And ^Fleave the things that ^Chabit made you l^Gove I'll be t^Fhere to awa^Cit your arriv^Gal To g^Five you a li^Cfe you'll never k^Gnow