Roy Orbison - Southbound jericho park

^AThere was a ^Gman whose ^Dmemories were ^Amade up of nothing. He pushed the ^Gelevator ^Dbutton, and ^Ago home to nothing. ^GYes his business had ^Dmaj7prospered but women get ^Clonely sometimes, Now she has the house ^GHis son in college had ^Dmaj7dropped out to expand his ^Cmind. And ^EmSarah, his daughter had not spoken to him. ^AMaybe he'd raised her the ^Dwro^Gng ^Away. He wondered. ^GHe checked his mailbox, with ^Cfingers a-tremblin' no ^Fmail, from anyone. ”I'^Emm home“ he said softly, as he opened the door And ^Agazed at his empty a^Dpar^Gtme^Ant, aching, thinking.

^D#Southbound ^BbJericho ^Fparkway is ^D#what you call a ^Bbone-way ^Fstreet. ^D#Southbound ^BbJericho ^Fparkway is ^D#what you call a ^Bbone-way ^Fstreet. D# Bb Bb7 At 7.20, Monday after New Year, Mr Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal Aimed his Lincoln steady and ^D#drove himself into ^Ea ^Fwall.

^GHow could a thing such as this ever happen. All the community said it was shame. He was a ^Bgood man, he was a clean man yeah, That's what he was a good and clean man D# C And his landlady said he was an exemplary tenant. Cm G They're always nice and quiet when they're all alone at his age.

^C7The young man sat, on a small woven mat. While the ^Bbsilken smoke it ^Fcircled over ^C7head. The cigarettes were there to prove he didn't care Bout the ^Bbcontents of the ^Ftelegram he'd just ^C7read. ^BbFather, ^Ffather, f^C7ather. You ^Bbalways seemed to ^Fbe so out of ^C7reach. And the ^Bbpsychedelic ^Fsign read: ^C7peace.

^CmHenry, the ^Bbmaj7check is in my hands ^G#Brought by the insurance man to ^Cmcover all my plans We'll have flowers, your ^Bbmaj7broker will be there And ^G#Sarah, if she cares, and our ^Cmboy with all his hair And the ^G#sun rose, and the ^G#msunset as it ^D#always ^Bbhas, Cm G# And people yet unknown, were busy being born, ^BbAnd time when ^Cmpast.