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Great song from Roger Alan Wade's more seriously toned 3rd album "Deguello Motel". Slap a capo onto the ol' first fret for this tune! :) Into: C
CFell asleep on a Greyhound Woke up Fthree-hundred miles from home With the nCorth wind dancin' like Gene Kelly The sGky lookin' like rusted chrome AmBus wheels winding like a hard-luck gambler FOn and on and on CLooks like here I go again Flat brGoke at the break of dawn
I leaned acCross the aisle and asked an older man "Sir could yFou tell me the time of day" He just smCiled and said "Son I'm five minutes fast GI got twenty minutes till eight" I just cAmlosed my eyes and pictured you Probably Fjust now wakin' up I oCpened my eyes and for thirty-five years I just sGtared down into a whiskey cup
I could aFlmost hear the sound of one hand claCppin' I could alGmost see the shadow of the wCind Old meFmories make a lonely boy go cCrazy And it loGoks like here I go agCain
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CTalked to a girl sittin' next to me Said I's Fgoin' down to Tennessee CTold her I was a poet She said sGhe'd never heard of me The Ammemories like some stoned old soldier FStumbled through my mind Made me wConder if where I was bound Was woGrth all I left behind
I could almost hear the sound of one hand clappin' I could almost see the shadow of the wind Old memories make a lonely boy go crazy And it looks like here I go again And silence is the sound of one hand clappin' Illusions are the shadow of the wind Memories are just a lonely boy gone crazy And it looks like here I go again And it looks like I'm headin' that way again