Down the Road and Back... Again...
from "Eyes Wide, Tongue Tied" (2015)
The Fratellis
| A E | B |
B E G#m
. She never came from Miami F-L-A
A B E G#m
. She never "found herself" like other girls, they say
A B E C#m F#m B
. She had the kind of face you'd never even miss, invisible in bliss
E C#m F#m B
She couldn't understand why nobody felt like this
B E G#m
. She walked a mile in a faithless pair of heels
A B E G#m
. Just to imagine how it looks and how it feels
A B E C#m F#m B
. To be the kind of girl that everyone adored high upon a score board
E C#m F#m B
Smiling through her teeth, wild as thunder underneath
A E B E
High, high in the sky, out of reach of you and I
A E B
Witnessin' the days go by. Don't it make a poor girl cry?
A E B E
Oh Lord, it's a sin, all this pain we're livin' in
A E B E
Don't it make your poor head spin down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E
La la la la
B E G#m
. He never told himself ambition wasn't real
A B E G#m
. He taught his eyes to think and his brain how to feel
A B E C#m
. He got his wires crossed and couldn't raise a smile
F#m B
Made sense once in a while
E C#m F#m B
Countin' down the days 'til his clothes came back in style
B E G#m
. He couldn't see how anythin' was right or wrong
A B E G#m
. He knew the words and tune but he didn't know the song
A B E C#m
. He spoke a language that he couldn't barely speak
F#m B
An out-of-date technique
E C#m F#m B
And though he was just blood and bone he always felt unique
A E B E
High, high in the sky, out of reach of you and I
A E B
Witnessin' the days go by. Don't it make a poor girl cry?
A E B E
Oh Lord, it's a sin, all this pain we're livin' in
A E B E
Don't it make your poor head spin down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E | B E |
La la la la . . . & 4
A C#m E B F#m
Each and every last one in denial
A C#m E B F#m
Countin' every minute 'til it seems worthwhile
A C#m E B F#m
Draggin' behind them every last heartache
A C#m E B F#m
Singin' "Jesus forgive me" for their own sweet sake
G#m A B C
In a fever . . nothin' better . .
C D |E | E |
When your soul's at stake
A E B E
And high, high in the sky, out of reach of you and I
A E B
Witnessing the days go by. Don't it make a poor girl cry?
A E B E
. Lord, it's a sin, all this pain we're livin' in
A E B E
Don't it make your poor head spin down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
| A E | B E | A E | B E | A E | B E | A E | B E |
Charted by Dexex
I write chord charts to show how, as a rhythm guitarist,
I play songs. I don't claim they are the "right" way. They're not
intended to be taken as tabs which notate exactly how a song was played
on a recording.
