[Intro] B E B E [Verse] B E You were hiding in the backseat of my Lincoln B E Underneath a blanket with your head against the door B E And I was already halfway through Ohio B E F#m When I heard your soft voice singing to a song on the radio [Interlude] F#m B F#m B Mmmm...mmmmm [Verse] B E I crept out in the darkness of the morning B E Past our sleeping father, a cold cigar lying at his feet B E He was surrounded by his books down in the parlor B E F#m Filled with all the words that he had wanted us to read and know - oh oh oh [Interlude] F#m B F#m B Mmmmm...mmmmm [Verse] B E But this is not an old American story B E About the rugged men who came out from the east B E And I am not some outlaw from the Badlands B E Or a gambler running tables in New Orleans B E So I put you on a bus back to Boston B E With some money in your shoe for a meal B E And I turn my car in the other direction B E F#m Just hoping that I hear a note from the backseat [Outro] F#m B F# B ohhh oh ohhh
