Tom: D
D G D
My sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone
A D
My ma's in the black seat sittin' all alone
G D
As my pa steers her slow out of the lot
A D
For a test drive down Michigan Avenue
D G D
Now, my ma, she fingers her wedding band
A D
And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands
G D
He's telling us all about the break he'd give us
A D
If he could, but he just can't
A D
Well if I could, I swear I know just what I'd do
G
Now, mister, the day the lottery I win
D A D
I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again
G D
Now, the neighbors come from near and far
A D
As we pull up in our brandnew used car
G D
I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry
A D | G | G | D | A |
Tell `em all they can kiss our asses goodbye
D G D
My dad, he sweats the same job from mornin' to morn
A D
Me, I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born
G D
Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that horn
A D
The sounds echoin' all down Michigan Avenue
G
Now, mister, the day my numbers comes in
D A D
I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again
| 2x |
| G | G | D | D | A | A | D | A | D |
D G A
E|--2--3--0--------------|
B|--3--0--2--------------|
G|--2--0--2--------------|
D|--0--0--2--------------|
A|-----2--0--------------|
E|-----3-----------------|
