Jason Eady - Wild eyed serenade

I'm a f^Aly by night stealer, a folk singing junkie I get high when I can't find my ^Dway I heard Colorado is g^Aood to my kind Maybe I'll go there s^Eomeday

Well my rhy^Ames are getting tired and my allusions are worn I'm a preacher with nothing to ^Dsay So talk to me Dylan, ^Ashow me a sign Before I get ca^Erried a^Away

^DAngels and highways and o^Eld mountain songs The ^Amandolin plays and the tre^Dmolo's long ^ACloudy next mornings crawl under the night's ^Dparade It's a h^Aell of a ride, this w^Eild eyed s^Derena^Ade

^AHeroes and villains, black and while ramblers Sinners they're just trying to hi^Dde Movers and shakers who^A talk too damn loud When I just want to st^Eop for the nig^Aht

A^Dngels and highways and ol^Ed mountain songs The ^Amandolin plays and the tre^Dmolo's long ^ACloudy next mornings crawl under the night's ^Dparade It's a h^Aell of a ride, this w^Eild eyed s^Derena^Ade

M^Aelodies linger off in the distance, and mix with those words in my he^Dad The phones still ringing ^Awhy won't she answer It mu^Est have been something I s^Aaid

^DAngels and highways and o^Eld mountain songs The ^Amandolin plays and the tre^Dmolo's long ^ACloudy next mornings crawl under the night's ^Dparade It's a h^Aell of a ride, this w^Eild eyed s^Derena^Ade

It's a ^Ahell of a ride, all the l^Dows and the highs, this ^Awild ey^Eed ser^Aenade.