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GWell I woke up wondering where I satC just like I aDlways Gdo C D GI-80 up ahead laid out like aC lazy bitch on aD Sunday aftGernoon C D CWe're 30 miles from Cleveland, ain't stopping, ain't even passingD through GAt night we'll stop in Pittburgh butC Philly's where we'reD going Gto C D GI talked to my mom today, sheC seems like she'sD doing fineG now C D GTell her I'd been getting sick again, weC both pretend weD don't know Gwhy C D CShe says 'one more drop of rain'...she swears we'll all be drowned aDlive GAnd she asked me how my father's been, weC both pretend weD don't knowG why C D GI got a friend upstate, he'sC got a place where ID can get away from itG allC D GAh but I don't know if I can take it boys, IC just can't stand Dmyself alGone CWell now 30 years of running's left me standing with my back to theD cold GAnd it's left me most days wondering if I'veC ever reallyD learned a thing at Gall C D
CBut I'm trying to move on, I'm trying to moveG on Trying to move on,C I'm trying to move Don
GMaybe I should go back, backC to the night whereD it all beGgan C D GMaybe I should trace my life back toC the night where myD folks first Gmet C D CMaybe I could find the moment where my father broke my mother's heart in Dhalf
GOh I could go back to New York City, jCusDt Glearn to live with that baby... CBut I'm trying to move on, I'm trying to move Gon baby I'm trying to moveC on, I'm trying to Dmove on oh.... G