Rob Cantor - Old bike

^GOld bike, rode it my ^Bmwhole life Wonder if ^AmI might ^Dbeat that old bike to the ^Ggrave ^GMoon bright, gliding down ^Bmhillsides Haze off a ^Amporch light ^Dflickers and catches my ^Ggaze

On my bicycle, ^C rollin^Gg along On my bicycle, ^C singin^Gg my song C (N.C) F G On my bicycle ride, hoping you’ll come along

^GWarm night, riding my ^Bmsoul bike Doesn’t q^Amuite roll right bu^Dt it gets me where I nee^Gd to be There is ^Gno guide, life is a ^Bmslow ride If you got an ^Amold bike ^Dcome ride around here with ^Gme

On our bicycles, ^C hands in the ^Gair On our bicycles, ^C driving with ^Gcare On our bicycle ride ^F

Everyone’s a^Ct it alone^F someti^Gmes But it’s better to ha^Cve a compa^Fnion r^Gide Everyone’s Satu^Crday night ^Amgoes wrong^Dm sometimes ^FmAlong the ^Cride Fm C

^FBusted and ^Grickety ^Colden ^Fbike ^{G F}Busted and ^Gmissing a ^Cbolt or ^Ffive ^{G F}Holding ^Gtogether as ^Clong as ^AmIâ?^Dm?™m alive ^FmAlong the ^Cride Fm C

^GLadies and ^Agentlemen ^DI des^Gpise ^{A G}Leave em ^Aalone as I ^Ddrive on ^Gby ^{A G}Never ^Aimagined it q^Duite so d^Bmivine to g^Emlide ^GAlong the ^Dride G D G D