Mark Knopfler - The car was the one

In ^Dsummer 'sixty-three I was staying alive ^{Cadd9/G Em}hanging at the races, hoping to drive.^D When they were done with the weekend and loading the cars ^Cadd9/G I ^Emcouldn't get a pass^G so I went to the bar.^D I'm up in the corner nursing a beer,^{Cadd9/G Em}who should come laughing and joking in here ^D but Bobby Brown, the winner of the sports car race^Cadd9/G with some ^Emfriends and a girl^G, man, she lit up the plac^De

^GBobby was a wild boy^A one s^Dummer he k^Gnocked down a motel wall^A with a h^Dammer. He'd ^Gdo anything one n^Aight for a b^Det he r^Gaced through the corn field^As in a Corv^Dette. ^A

I thought it's g^Dot to be a thrill to be like that^Cadd9/G with the ^Embeautiful girl and be king of the track^D. But the truth is when all was said and done^Cadd9/G it was his ^EmCobra I wanted^G the car was the ^Done. ^Cadd9/G It was his C^Emobra I wanted^G the car was the o^Dne. ^{Cadd9/G Em G} The car was the o^Dne,

^{Cadd9/G Em G} the car was the o^Dne. Cadd9/G Em G D (x3)