Keith Whitley - Long black limousine

There's a ^Glong line of mourners comin' ^Cdown our ^Gstreet. Their ^Gfancy ^Emcars are ^Csuch a ^Asight to ^D7see. It's ^Gall of your rich friends that ^Cknew you in the ^Gcity, And now they've finally ^D7brought you home to ^Gme. The ^Cpapers told of how you lost your ^Glife, Of the ^Gparty ^Emand the ^Cfatal ^Acrash that ^D7night. The ^Grace on the highway, the ^Ccurve nobody ^Gseen. Now you're ridin' in a ^D7long black limou^Gsine.

^GWhen you left home you told me some^Cday you'd be re^Gturnin' In a ^Gfancy ^Emcar for ^Call the ^Aworld to ^D7see. ^GNow everybody's watchin', so I ^Cguess you got your ^Gdream. Cause you're ridin' in a ^D7long black limou^Gsine. Through ^Ctears I watched you ride ^Gby With a ^Gcheauffer ^Emat the ^Cwheel dressed ^Aup so ^D7fine. ^GI'll never love another. My ^Cheart and all my ^Gdreams Ride with you in that ^D7long black limou^Gsine.

I'll never love another. My ^Cheart and all my ^Gdreams Ride with you in that ^D7long black limou^Gsine. ^{C D G}