Screaming Trees - Grey diamond desert

^EbWindshield frames a ^Bbpicture of the ^Abnight ^Eb Cold driving, ^Bbdesert highway ^Abline ^EbRoad keeps twisting ^Bbslow so I ^Abknow ^EbRecognize the ^Bbdiamonds flashing ^Abby

^DbNothing I ^Abfear could touch me ^Ebhere ^DbOh ^AbLord, it won't ^Ebchange

I've ^Ebseen the way they ^Bbturn the talk ^Abaround ^Eb And all the ^Bbchildren going ^Abdown ^Eb You've got to move a^Bblong until your ^Abgone ^{Eb Bb} You've got to leave this ^Abugly town

^Db But the words they ^Absaid don't leave my ^Ebhead ^DbOh ^AbLord, it won't ^Ebchange ^DbOh ^AbLord, it won't ^Cchange It won't ^Ebcha^Bbnge^Ab...

I ^Ebnever thought the ^Bbnight would find me ^Abhere Black ^Ebraindrops washed ^Bbaway with drunken ^Abtears ^Eb I live another ^Bblie in every ^Abmile One ^Ebwasted day, one ^Bbmillion wasted ^Abyears

^Db Better keep on ^Abgoing ^Eb It's the only thing I know ^DbOh ^AbLord, it won't ^Ebchange ^DbOh ^AbLord, it won't ^Cchange

It won't ^Ebcha^Bbnge^Ab It won't ^Ebcha^Bbnge^Ab It won't ^Ebcha^Bbnge^Ab