John Gorka - Blue chalk

^CSo I wonder how she's doing ^GI hate it when the rumors fly T^Dmhey give off ^Amsuch a strange sense of mission W^Fing your h^Gelplessness on high ^CBut she would never run from strangers ^GShe sang alone like a bell will toll ^DmWay above ^Amthe clang and the clatter ^FOut of f^Gear of her demon soul

^CMaybe none of this is my business ^GAnd none of what I hear is true ^DmI am far f^Amrom mint condition ^FCirculation^G's hard on you

^CHold tight, hang tough ^GLove's not enough ^DmTo kee^Amp you off that stuff ^FTo save y^Gou ^FHold tight, hang tough ^Am7Love's not enough ^DmTo keep you^Am off that stuff To s^Fave y^Gou n^Cow

^CHe could always find the holes in the bottles ^GEven with a blindfold on ^DmNever kept ^Amhis seat on the wagon ^FRolling ^Goff like a rolling stone ^CBlue chalk between his fingers H^Gustling a poolroom song ^DmHe alwa^Amys kept a line for the singers ^FPointi^Gng his cue right from wrong

Repeat first verse & chorus

transcribed by Ray Allis rallif@erols.com Please send corrections or suggestion