D
Well I write you this letter from my downtown apartment
A
Pray you receive it before I am gone
D
Says I'm goin out West as soon as I'm able
A D
And I's kinda hopin you might come along
D
There's somethin that's callin me when I am sleepin
A
Or locked in bathroom at work gettin stoned
D
It tells me I'm lonesome and hard as I'm tryin
A D
This Emerald City don't feel like my home
G A
I dream of a trailer in Bosler Wyoming
D G
With tires on the roof dear and you by my side
D G D
We could watch Flintstones and draw unemployment
A D
As I dream of Bosler when I close my eyes
D
I picture you holdin your Harlequin novel
A
Gettin baked like a pot pie in the afternoon sun
D
While I fix the fan belt that goes to the engine
A D
Of the '69 Pinto that don't never run
D G D
And dirty faced children come 10 come 20
A
The fruit of our loins and the tubes we ain't tied
D
They play in the street and they don't ask for money
A D
Cause in Bosler Wyoming there ain't much to buy
G A
I dream of a trailer in Bosler Wyoming
D G
With tires on the roof dear and you by my side
D G D
We can pitch horseshoes at stray cats on Sunday
A D
As I dream of Bosler when I close my eyes
G D
And the wind may blow, the rain may pitch
A
The TV may blare while the neighbors all bitch
G D G D
We'll have it made in the shade as we lay
G D A D
on our hide away mattress that lives in the couch
G A
I dream of a trailer in Bosler Wyoming
D G
With tires on the roof dear and you by my side
D G D
We can have hot wings and Bourbon for breakfast
A D
And I dream of Bosler when I close my eyes
D
I write you this letter from my lime green apartment
A
I pray you receive it before I am gone
D
It says I'm goin out west just as soon as I'm able
A D
And I's kinda hoping you might come along
