John Gorka - The mortal groove

It's ^Fhalf price ^Coff on ^Flast year's ^Cmodels A ^Fgeeseful ^Csky and ^Froads of ^Cpotholes The ^Ftown is ^Clean and ^Fgetting ^Cleaner There ^Fis a ^Crank and ^Ffile de^Cmeanour ^G

There's ^Ccountless souls in ^Funkind ^Cplaces ^FWearing fixed and angry faces I ^Ctell myself I don't belong But ^FI am a ghost in this prayer gone wrong ^CPrayer gone wrong ^G Prayer gone wrong ^F Prayer gone wrong ^{G Am C G}

There's a ^Fnew restau^Crant, a ^Fnew coffee ^Cshop It ^Fseems this street is looking up A ^Cnew sign says, ^Fthere's "No ^CSmoking" "No Sh^Firt, No Service" and "Spanish Spo^Cken" ^G

This ^Ctown was built by steel blue collars It ^Fnow competes for the tourist dollars ^CLove may make the world go round But^F like gravity here, still money bound We're ^Cmoney bound ^G Money bound ^F Money bound ^{G Am C G}

There's ^Ctalk show hosts and wartime markers ^FWays of thinking, that force the darkness Bus ^Cstations have sad reputations Coin ^Flaundry, pawnshop conversa^Ctions ^{G F C}

It's ^Fcabin fever or the mortal groove Be^Cfore the spring, before winter's done When ^Fsomething's lost or just hasn't come It ^Chasn't come ^G Hasn't come ^F Hasn't come ^{G Am G F C}