Lucinda Williams - Maria

^GMaria, you're ^Cstill wild and ^Grestless^C And I can just s^Gee ya r^Cidin' in a rode^Do You might ^Geven ^Cmake it down to T^Gexas ^C Or you might head o^Gut w^Dest to New Mexic^Go ^{C G}

^GSo pack up ^Call of your bel^Gongings ^C A ^Gpick-up will t^Cake you where you wanna ^Dgo You can ^Gride out when y^Cou hear mountains ca^Glling ^C Out to ^GCanada or the ^Dcanyons of Color^Gado ^{C G D}New York ^CCity was always your h^Gome ^{C G D}But in your ^Cheart you know you were ^Gborn to roam And you're gonna l^B7eave as soon as you get the m^Coney After you ^Gsell ^Deverything you o^Gwn^{C G}

^GMaria, is l^Coneliness a ^Gvirtue^C Or does it ^Gsteal you blind and le^Cave you split ^Dapart ^GMaria, c^Can you give me an a^Gnswer ^C Are the ^Gsongs we sing ^Dworth the broken h^Geart^{C G}

^GThe highway has a^Clways been your ^Glover ^C And ^Gsomeday ^Cyou may know his ^Dname W^Gherever you stay ^Cit wouldn't really m^Gatter ^C 'Cause all those ^Gcities s^Dtart to look the ^Gsame^{C G}

^DSome folks will ^Ctry to take your h^Geart away^{C G D}And just when you t^Chink you've really ^Ggot it made You wake ^B7up and find madness in the m^Corning But ^Gdamn the pain and d^Damn those restless ^Gdays ^{C G G}Damn the pain and d^Damn those restless d^Gays