Steve Forbert - Born too late

^GSaddle up that old gray mare for ^Cme I wanna ^Gride until these eyes of mine can't ^Csee I ^Amnever really feel like looking very much any^Dmore And ^Amnothing really matters till it's closer than the house next ^Ddoor

^GPeople talk a lot, but they can never find the heart and the ^Csoul To ^Gput a lot of time into more than just a search for ^Cgold The ^Amriver's flowing dirty and it's moving down to pass Chris^Dtian There ^Amused to be a time when it's water was a healing ^Dhand

You're born too l^Emate and ^Ceverything you love is ^Dgone, gone Born too ^Emlate and ^Ceverything you know is ^Dwrong

I've ^Ggot a wife in Cleveland and she hates my ^Cguts And ^Geverything about her's a reflection of what drove me ^Cnuts I ^Amstopped to buy a beer inside the trading post and lost my ^Dkeys That ^Amsomber wooden Indian by the door began to laugh at ^Dme

Born too ^Emlate and ^Ceverything you love is ^Dgone, gone Born too ^Emlate and ^Ceverything you know is ^Dwrong Em C, D Born too late

And my ^Gsilver Catalina's busy rusting in the cool night ^Cair He's ^Gonly got a few more miles left beneath his hood out ^Cthere I ^Amstood a while beside him and I thought about his thirst for ^Doil I ^Amthought about his greed for speed and how we've all got sp^Doiled

You're born too ^Emlate and ^Ceverything you love is ^Dgone, gone You're born too ^Emlate and ^Ceverything you know is ^Dwrong