Trampled By Turtles - Walt whitman

^FLight it up like the city at n^Gight ^FOld dark bones in the city ^{Dm F}Old Walt Whitman and borrowed alcoho^Gl ^{F Dm}

^FWe drove fast shaking all the way ^{G F}Like the waves in California ^{Dm F}Sorry I never know what ^Gto say at all ^{F Dm}

^AmCaught in a whirl^Fwind ^AmDry as a bo^Fne And I don't ^Gthink that I can make it ^F On my own ^F

^FOn my own, my^F own ^{F F}On my own, my^F own ^{F F}On my own, my^F own ^{Dm F}

^Dmjam reapeat verse chor^Gds

Well burnin^Fg love man it never ends ^G I ^Ftried but I couldn't make it ^{Dm F}Yea your paperback lovers could ne^Gver pay the bills ^{F Dm}

So worn^F it once and then let it go ^G Or you^F may never shake it ^{Dm F}End up drinking too much then p^Goppin pills ^{F Dm}

^AmLoose like a feather^{F Am}And left here alone ^F And I don'^Gt think I can make it ^F On my own ^F

^FOn my own, my^F own ^{F F}On my own, my^F own ^{F F}On my own, my^F own ^{Dm F}