Shooter Jennings - The song is still slipping away

With a ^Cbag, a ^Gbottle and ^Fthis old gui^Ctar In the ^Cback of some ^Gbus, on the ^Froad ^C I'm ^Cliving the ^Ghigh life, with ^Fnothing to ^Cshow But a ^Clove that's ^Gletting me ^Cgo

Your ^Fheroes turn ^Gout to be ^Cassholes The ^Flight that you're ^Gchasing in the ^Ctunnel is a train ^FSinger's in ^Gkey, the ^Cguitar's in tune But the ^Fsong is still ^Gslipping ^Caway

Oh, the ^Clights of the ^Gcity paint a ^Fstage in the ^Cnight For two ^Chearts ^Gbreaking in ^Ftime ^C Wild ^Chorses are ^Gcursed, but then ^Ffreedom and ^Cmind And the ^Chunger left ^Gburning in^Cside

Your ^Fheroes turn ^Gout to be ^Cassholes The ^Flight in the ^Gtunnel that you're ^Cchasing is a train ^FSinger's in ^Gkey, the ^Cguitar's in tune But the ^Fsong is still ^Gslipping ^Caway

And ^Fslowly ^Gnothing else ^Cmatters As the ^Fwhite and the ^Gblack become ^Cgrey