John Conlee - Cars

She was ^Dsittin' on a car ^C#mlot ^Bmlooking like a ^Adream ^GUnderneath a ^Astring of lights ^D A ^D49 mod- ^C#mel and ^BmI was sixteen ^A But I ^Gknew it was love ^Aat first sight ^D

And the ^Bmman said, son, I'll ^Amake you a deal And I ^Gknew I had to ^Dmake her mine ^A I ^Dheld my breath ^C#mand slid be- ^Bmhind the wheel ^{A G}It was my ver- ^Ay first time ^D

^DCars, ^Ajust ^Gmotors and wheels ^{D G}Rubber and glass ^Aand steel ^D Still, ^GI think back ^Dov^Aer the years ^Bm And ^Git sounds strange, ^DI suppose ^A But it's ^Gcars I re- ^Amember most ^D

She was ^Dparked on the street ^C#mby the First ^BmBaptist Church ^A As we ^Gran down the steps ^Ahand in hand ^D My ^Dbrand new Chev- ^C#my waiting ^Bmthere at the curve ^A And we ^Gwaved to the crowd ^Aand got in ^D

Well, the ^Bmmiles went by and ^Aso did the years And I ^Gthought that we were ^Ddoing alright ^A Till she ^Dpacked up the kids ^C#mand ^Bmpicked up the keys ^A And ^Gjust drove away ^Aone night ^D

Well, the ^Dyears have gone by ^C#mand a ^Bmlot of thing changed ^A I ^Ghardly see the kids ^Aany more ^{D D}Took a new job ^C#mand moved ^Bmto LA ^A And ^Gbought me a two- ^A-seater Porsche ^D

There's ^Bmlots of pretty girls out here ^Aand you know ^GI could be doing ^Dalright ^A But ^Dmostly at night ^C#mI just ^Bmdrive up the cost ^A And ^Glook at the cit- ^A-y lights ^D