Wade Bowen - Somewhere beautiful

^GLooking down at the strip from my hotel room ^DIt must be a full moon, ^Ccause their all out tonight ^GAll the insecure boys in their muscle cars, ^DYoung girls in their pushup bras ^Cunder neon lights ^DThey come here for freedom, f^Creedom from anything ^DAnd for miles and miles down this road, y^Cou can hear them sing ^DWith their voices, and their engines, an^Cd their pounding radios ^DIt seems like round here, ^Cno one knows

^GNo one knows that ther^De's more Beyon^Amd these dead skies and the^Cse filthy streets ^GTake my hand and let me p^Dull you Out o^Amf the blindness of your weary sou^Cl To somewhere beau^Gtiful ^C To somew^Emhere beautiful^C

^GIs there any way to learn from what you've been told ^DOr do you really have to hold the^C experience ^GCause you can heed me now, and come out clean ^DTrust me, I could spare you the ^Cconsequence ^DI can tell by your eyes, t^Chat there ain't no getting through ^DCause you're hell bent on doing exactl^Cy what you've gotta do ^DSo welcome to a long line ^Cof sinners and saints ^DIs there anyone around here wh^Co ain't

^GDon't you know that there'^Ds more Beyon^Amd these dead skies and the^Cse filthy streets ^GTake my hand and let me p^Dull you Out o^Amf the blindness of your weary sou^Cl To somewhere beau^Gtiful ^C To somew^Emhere beautiful^C

^GDon't you know that there'^Ds more Beyon^Amd these dead skies and the^Cse filthy streets ^GTake my hand and let me p^Dull you Out o^Amf the blindness of your weary sou^Cl To somewhere beau^Gtiful ^C To somew^Emhere beautiful^C

^GDon't you know that there'^Ds more Beyon^Amd these dead skies and the^Cse filthy streets ^GTake my hand and let me p^Dull you Out o^Amf the blindness of your weary sou^Cl To somewhere beau^Gtiful ^C To somew^Emhere beautiful^C

To somewhere bea^Gutiful ^C