Albany

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Standard Tuning, Capo 2


Intro Chords: G, Em



Em                 G
We drove after the show
Em                 G
On dark and windy roads
Em                 G
The fog was so thick
C                  D
We couldn't see through it
Em                 G  
We had to take it slow
Em                 G
But little did I know
Em                          G
That while I did my best to keep us alive
C                               D
You were dying out there on the west coast


        C                             D
And the blue and red lights looked so bright in the fog
        G                    C
With no seatbelts on and an expired license plate
       Am                               D
That vermont state police man must have known 

what was to come
            G                 C
She took it easy on us and he let us drive away
    Am                      D                       G                 C
The road seemed to go on forever that night and the hour kept getting late
    Am                     D
The cell phone towers that we drove past
      G         Gmaj7    C
Had a grim look on their face
         Am                    D
Cuz they knew what they had to do
         G                        C
But they didn't want to break the news
        Am             D               G
It's an awful job that no one wants to do                    (Continue these chords)



Kept awake by crazy dogs

Too much baking powder used

I had seven missed calls

So I knew that it was bad bad news

I went to the van

The taste of metal in my mouth

I played the message back again and again

Just hoping that I heard it wrong somehow



And the people on the streets, they stared at me

As I stared off into space

Like a statue in the back seat, like a coffin in the grave

I sat frozen in purple rain

And I waited for the phone call to come to tell me

That this was one of your pranks

And I waited for weeks and weeks to let a

Tear roll down my face

And I knew what they had to do

But I didn't want to break the news

It's an awful job that no one wants to do



So this is where you went

When you left to try and kill the president

We tracked you down

And we dragged you back into the van somehow

I threw you against a fence

I felt so bad for doing it

The next morning I just left

I drove home alone feeling so fuckin sick



And somewhere in pennsylvania 

I saw a dozen amish women on a bridge

They waved at me when I drove underneath

I was worried about what it meant

This was years ago I know I know

But now I'm back again

And the goddamn telephone's telling me

That I don't have a best friend

I don't what to go home

Because it's home's not where I live

So I played that message one more time again