Wild Rivers - Paul simon

I'll ap^Emologize but I'll try to make it uncle^Car And I l^Emove this city but I'm really not from ^Ghere Now I gotta l^Emeave this town as a washed up stuntman^C In a b^Emeat up coupe I imagine is a Must^Gang There's a v^Emoice in my head singing out turn it around^C But I'm on a h^Emighway honey tearing up the East bo^Gund There's a m^Eman out there smiling like a dying k^Cing L^Emaughing at my soul, searching for anyth^Ging

And I've got ^Ammine I am a r^Cock, I am an ^Gisle And I got ^Ammine I'm shaking ^Cground, I'm faking ^Gfound Em C Em C G 2x In my little town

Th^Emese days I'm searching for the great unkn^Cown Wondering ^Emif Paul Simon ever had it good al^Gone ^EmFind me a place that can make a couple tables t^Curn Th^Emat's warm all winter with a couple more bridges to ^Gburn And I am a ch^Emild yet I've got to let my spirit r^Coam A few more ye^Emars before I'll hitch a ride ^Ghome I've got ^Embones to break and miles to go al^Cone One d^Emay I'll start writing like I'm Leon^Gard Cohen

And I've go^Amt mine I am a r^Cock, I am an ^Gisle And I got ^Ammine I'm shaking ^Cground, I'm faking ^Gfound In my little ^Emtown^{C Em C G}

^AmI'm still tall and made of st^Emone But I st^Amill can't rest on ^Gmy own ^AmI'm still tall and made of st^Emone But I st^Amill can't rest on ^Gmy own Em C Em C G 2x I'm on my own