The Wonder Years - The devil in my bloodstream

We wiped out all the ^C#Buffalo Around the turn of the last ^A#mcentury, And so it's ^F#factories and sawgrass, Wheat fields and asphalt laid in ^G#front of me. The Midwest feels like a h^C#ollow place That we filled with love and ^A#mindustry. And we're ^F#staring at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits, ^G#Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy. Well^F# I wanted to^G# see just a l^A#mittle ^G#bit of ^F#everything. Let me ^G#be.

Two blackbirds on a ^C#highway ^F#sign Are laughing at ^A#mme at four in the ^G#morning. They played the war drum ^C#out of ^F#time So I'm ^A#mnot sure where I've been m^G#arching. I wanna be ^A#mstrong, but it's not ^F#easy anymore. I'm hoping I'm wro^C#ng. ^{G# F#}

It's sixteen hours ^C#straight to home From the heart of North ^A#mMissouri, And so I ^F#searched through my great-grandpop's memoirs For the devil in my ^G#bloodstream. Depression grabbed his t^C#hroat And choked the life out of him ^A#mslowly. I've got the ^F#same blood coursing through my veins And it'll come for me e^G#ventually.

I bet I'd be a fucking ^C#coward. I bet I'd never have the ^A#mguts for war, 'Cause I can't^F# spend another month away from here. These ^G#frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore. But ^F#I, I wanted to ^G#know if I could ^A#mplease ^G#come ^F#home. So let me k^G#now.

Two blackbirds on a ^C#highway ^F#sign Are laughing at ^A#mme at four in the ^G#morning. They played the war drum ^C#out of ^F#time So I'm ^A#mnot sure where I've been ^G#marching. I wanna be ^A#mstrong, ^C# but it's not ^F#easy anymore. I'm hoping I'm wr^C#ong. ^{G# F#} I'm hoping I'm wr^C#ong. ^{G# F#}

Two blackbirds on a ^C#highway ^F#sign Are laughing at ^A#mme at four in the ^G#morning They played the war drum ^C#out of ^F#time So I'm ^A#mnot sure where I've been ^G#marching.

I wanna be s^A#mtrong. ^{C# F#} I wanna be s^C#trong, bu^G#t it's not e^F#asy anymore.