Sam Phillips - Strawberry road

^AShotgun alleys with lightning flowers ^DUnder the eyes of f^F#allen statues Dry ^Bblood they've never s^Deen ^APain is sharper when I suspect That t^Drue love runs ^F#looking for us Like a l^Bion in our d^Dreams

^AThe strawberry r^Eoad Where the d^Bream fades ^E Is d^Aown between our l^Eonging and desir^Be ^D Th^Ae strawberry ^Eroad Where our h^Bearts break^E into lov^F#e ^{E F# B}

You c^Aensor longing and organize beauty Bec^Dause you're afraid You ^F#want it more than ^Boxygen or l^Dight ^AYou can't get there with your morals Or wit^Dhout love ^F#Lie down with me The ^Brules aren't always r^Dight

^AThe strawberry r^Eoad Where the d^Bream fades ^E Is d^Aown between our l^Eonging and desir^Be ^D Th^Ae strawberry ^Eroad Where our h^Bearts break^E into lov^F#e ^{E F# E F# B}

^ACall it romance or nostalgia The ^Dhunger behind our ^F#memories We've ^Bburied it in c^Dode The ^Athings we've wanted When we get them are n^Dever enough ^F#Never what they seem But they ^Blead us to the r^Doad

^AThe strawberry r^Eoad Where the d^Bream fades ^E Is d^Aown between our l^Eonging and desir^Be ^D Th^Ae strawberry ^Eroad Where our h^Bearts break^E into lov^F#e ^{E F# E F# E F# E F# E F# E F# E}