The Felice Brothers - Roll on arte

The ^Fturbines ^Gpound, your ^Fplane touches down, the ^Fcaptain ^Gcatches your ^Feye. And ^Fall the city ^Gcrows perched ^Fhigh in rows on ^Fwires ^Gwatch you walk ^Fby. Your ^Fhair has ^Gchanged, your ^Froom´s rearranged, and^F someone´s bee^Gn sleeping ^Finside. And the ^Fcurtain´s^G closed on^F all your windows, to^F block out the^G fried chicken ^Fsign.

Roll ^Fon, ^GArte roll ^Fon. Your ^Fheart´s too^G good for this^F town. Your ^Feyes c^Gast through the ^Fglass/ at my so sorry^G mannequin^F frown. 2. at my starry ^GAmerican ^Ffrown. 3. at your so sorry ^GMarilyn f^Frown. e^Fnd

The ^Fporter ^Gsings ^Fas he begins to clean up the ^Gmess that we´ve^F made. The ^FChrismas ^Gtrees are ^Fcast on the street and ^Ggarbage trucks block Hoope ^FLane. My ^Fhead´s in^G pain but I^F can´t complain cause my sweethear^Gt waits down the ^Fline. And ^Fin a w^Ghile we´ll be in a^F house by the sea, even if^G just in my^F mind.

My ^Fmouth aint ^Gfed, my lips ^Faint cherry red and my grin might ^Gshow my bad ^Fteeth. And ^Fall the people ^Gpass, they ^Fgive me a glance, as if I´m some^G lower-class ^Fthief. But to ^Fyou I´m^G fine, am I´^Fm in your mind even i^Gf I´m n^Fot around. And my ^Farms are ^Gstronge and that´s^F where you belong, given the^G love that we´ve^F found.