Jens Lekman - Erica america

^FErica ^CAmerica ^AmFremont street lies ^Fempty A c^A#leaning ^Emvehicle drew a ^Amline across my ^Fcame^Emra’s ^Dmlens I ^Emwhispered our names—“^FEric^Ema and ^DmJens”

^FErica ^CAmerica They ^Amdemolished The ^FFrontier Casino And the ^A#day ^Emafter the air smelled like ^Ampopcorn and ^Flad^Emies' ^Dmperfume ^EmSinatra had his ^Fshit figured ^Emout, I ^Dmpresume

^AmErica ^EmAmerica ^{C Em F}Erica ^CAmerica ^AmSummer never ^Fends here I ^A#said to mys^Emelf, as if t^Amhat would make things ^Fbetter ^A#Summer is ^Emexhausting me with ^Amits exhaust fumes and ^Fempty ^Empromises^Dm And ^Empromises of no more ^Fempty ^Empromises^Dm

^FErica ^CAmerica I^Am wish I’d never ^Fmet you Like I ^A#wish I’d never ^Emtasted wine Or ^Amtasted it from ^Flips that ^Emweren’t ^Dmmine Now ^Emevery drop tastes more ^Fbitter ^Emall the ^Dmtime

^AmErica ^EmAmerica ^{C Em F}Erica ^CAmerica I^Am wish I’d never ^Fmet you Like I ^A#wish I’d never ^Emtasted wine Or ^Amtasted it from ^Flips that ^Emweren’t ^Dmmine