The Fratellis - Down the road and back again

^B. She never came from Mi^Eami F-L-^G#mA ^A. She never "^Bfound herself" like ^Eother girls, they ^G#msay ^A. She had the ^Bkind of face you'd ^Enever even ^C#mmiss, in^F#mvisible in ^Bbliss She ^Ecouldn't under^C#mstand why no^F#mbody felt like ^Bthis ^B. She walked a mile in a ^Efaithless pair of ^G#mheels ^A. Just to i^Bmagine how it ^Elooks and how it ^G#mfeels ^A. To be the ^Bkind of girl that ^Eeveryone a^C#mdored ^F#mhigh upon a ^Bscore board ^ESmiling through her ^C#mteeth, ^F#mwild as thunder ^Bunderneath

^AHigh, high ^Ein the sky, ^Bout of reach of ^Eyou and I ^AWitnessin' the ^Edays go by. ^BDon't it make a poor girl cry? ^AOh Lord, ^Eit's a sin, ^Ball this pain we're ^Elivin' in ^ADon't it make your ^Epoor head spin ^Bdown the road and back ^Eagain ^ALa la la ^Ela ^Bdown the road and back ^Eagain ^ALa la la ^Ela

^B. He never told himself am^Ebition wasn't ^G#mreal ^A. He taught his ^Beyes to think and his ^Ebrain how to ^G#mfeel ^A. He got his ^Bwires crossed and ^Ecouldn't raise a ^C#msmile Made ^F#msense once in a ^Bwhile ^ECountin' down the ^C#mdays 'til his ^F#mclothes came back in ^Bstyle ^B. He couldn't see how any^Ethin' was right or ^G#mwrong ^A. He knew the ^Bwords and tune but he ^Edidn't know the ^G#msong

^A. He spoke a ^Blanguage that he ^Ecouldn't barely ^C#mspeak An ^F#mout-of-date tech^Bnique And ^Ethough he was just ^C#mblood and bone he ^F#malways felt u^Bnique

^AHigh, high ^Ein the sky, ^Bout of reach of ^Eyou and I ^AWitnessin' the ^Edays go by. ^BDon't it make a poor girl cry? ^AOh Lord, ^Eit's a sin, ^Ball this pain we're ^Elivin' in ^ADon't it make your ^Epoor head spin ^Bdown the road and back ^Eagain ^ALa la la ^Ela ^Bdown the road and back ^Eagain ^ALa la la ^Ela ^Bdown the road and back ^Eagain ^ALa la la ^Ela ^Bdown the road and back ^Eagain A E | B E | La la la la . . . & 4

^AEach and ^C#mevery last ^Eone in ^Bde^F#mnial ^ACountin' every ^C#mminute 'til it ^Eseems ^Bworth^F#mwhile ^ADraggin' be^C#mhind them every ^Elast ^Bheart^F#mache Singin' "^AJesus for^C#mgive me" for their ^Eown ^Bsweet ^F#msake In a fever ^G#m. ^A. nothin' better ^B. ^C. C D |E | E | When your soul's at stake

And ^Ahigh, high ^Ein the sky, ^Bout of reach of ^Eyou and I ^AWitnessing the ^Edays go by. ^BDon't it make a poor girl cry? ^A. Lord, ^Eit's a sin, ^Ball this pain we're ^Elivin' in ^ADon't it make your ^Epoor head spin ^Bdown the road and back ^Eagain ^ALa la la ^Ela ^Bdown the road and back ^Eagain ^ALa la la ^Ela ^Bdown the road and back ^Eagain ^ALa la la ^Ela ^Bdown the road and back ^Eagain ^ALa la la ^Ela ^Bdown the road and back ^Eagain