Wild Rivers - Paul simon

I'll ap^Bologize but I’ll try to make it unclear And I l^G#move this city but I'm really not from h^Bere Now I gotta leave this town as a wa^G#mshed up stun^Etman ^BIn a beat up coupe I ^G#mimagine is a mu^Estang ^B

There's a voice in ^G#mmy head singing out t^Eurn it aro^Bund But I'm on a highway honey t^G#mearing up the East b^Bound There's a man out there sm^G#miling li^Eke a dying ki^Bng Laughing at my soul, searching f^Bor anything

And I’ve got ^G#mmine ^B I am a r^G#mock, ^BI am an isle And I got m^G#mine ^B I'm sh^G#making ^Eground, I'm ^Bfaking found In my little town

These d^Bays I'm searching for the great unknown Wondering if Paul Simon ever had it good alone ^F#Find me a pl^G#mace that can make a couple ^Btables turn That’s wa^G#mrm all winter with a couple more br^Bidges to burn

And I am a ch^Bild yet I've ^G#mgot to let my sp^Birit roam ^F#A few more ye^G#mars b^Before I’ll hitch a ride home I’ve got bo^Bnes to break and miles to go alone ^G#mOne day I’ll start writing like I’m L^Beonard Cohen

And I’ve got m^G#mine ^B I am a ro^G#mck, ^EI am an i^Bsle And I got ^G#mmine ^{E B} I'm shaking gr^G#mound, ^EI'm faking f^Bound In my little town

^C#mI'm still tall and made of st^Eone But I s^C#mtill can't rest on my o^Ewn

^C#mI'm still tall and made of st^Eone But I s^C#mtill can't rest on my o^Ewn I'm on my o^G#mwn ^{E B G#m E B}