The Felice Brothers - Roll on arte

The ^Gturbines ^Dpound, your ^Cplane touches down, the ^Ccaptain ^Dcatches your ^Ceye. And ^Gall the city ^Dcrows perched ^Chigh in rows on ^Cwires ^Dwatch you walk ^Cby. Your ^Ghair has ^Dchanged, your ^Croom´s rearranged, and^C someone´s bee^Dn sleeping ^Cinside. And the ^Gcurtain´s^D closed on^C all your windows, to^C block out the^D fried chicken ^Csign.

Roll ^Gon, ^DArte roll ^Con. Your ^Cheart´s too^D good for this^C town. Your ^Geyes c^Dast through the ^Cglass/ at my so sorry^D mannequin^C frown. 2. at my starry ^DAmerican ^Cfrown. 3. at your so sorry ^DMarilyn f^Crown. e^Gnd

The ^Gporter ^Dsings ^Cas he begins to clean up the ^Dmess that we´ve^C made. The ^GChrismas ^Dtrees are ^Ccast on the street and ^Dgarbage trucks block Hoope ^CLane. My ^Ghead´s in^D pain but I^C can´t complain cause my sweethear^Dt waits down the ^Cline. And ^Gin a w^Dhile we´ll be in a^C house by the sea, even if^D just in my^C mind.

My ^Gmouth aint ^Dfed, my lips ^Caint cherry red and my grin might ^Dshow my bad ^Cteeth. And ^Gall the people ^Dpass, they ^Cgive me a glance, as if I´m some^D lower-class ^Cthief. But to ^Gyou I´m^D fine, am I´^Cm in your mind even i^Df I´m n^Cot around. And my ^Garms are ^Dstronge and that´s^C where you belong, given the^D love that we´ve^C found.