There's another version on here already, but it's incomplete, difficult to read,
and the tabs are built in, so they don't allow transposing. I cleaned it up a bit. Enjoy!
Em D
G C G
Watched it coming up Winslow
Am G D
Down South Park Boulevard
Em D G
Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood
G C G
Great big fins and painted steel
Am G D
Man it looked just like the Batmobile
Em D G
With my old man behind the wheel
Em D
Well you could hardly even see him
C G
In all of that chrome
Em D C G
The man with the plan and the pocket comb
Am G C D
But every night it carried him home
And I could hear him sayin'...
G
Don't gimme no Buick
C G
Son you must take my word
D
If there's a God in heaven
C
He's got a Silver Thunderbird
G
You can keep your El Dorados
C G
And the foreign car's absurd
D
Me I wanna go down
C
In a Silver Thunderbird
Em D
G
He got up every morning
C G
While I was still asleep
Am G D
But I remember the sound of him shuffling around
Em D G
Then right before the crack of dawn
Am G D
I heard him turn the motor on
Em D G
But when I got up they were gone
Em D C G
Down the road in the rain and snow
Em D C G
The man and his machine would go
Am G C D
Oh the secrets that old car would know
Sometimes I hear him sayin'...
G
Don't gimme no Buick
C G
Son you must take my word
D
If there's a God in heaven
C
He's got a Silver Thunderbird
G
You can keep your El Dorados
C G
And the foreign car's absurd
D
Me I wanna go down
C
In a Silver Thunderbird
Em D G
