Chris Jones

Roadhouses And Automobiles

Chris Jones


Tom: F

        F           C
It's a long row of zeros,
 F                         C
Shining in that dashboard light,
         F                 Em
Another millions miles in some rental cars,
        Dm               G
Another highway in the night.
          F            C
Another day, another week, another month,
  F           C
Away from my family,
             F          Em
But I'll be lying if I told you,
              Dm           G
There's somewhere I rather be.

[Chorus]
           F     Gm      Bb     C
Living in roadhouses and automobiles,
            F               Em
There's a poor boy hunting June bugs,
       Dm                G
And I know just how he feels.
               F     Gm                Bb    C
Living out of suitcases, Living out of fantasy,
                                        F
There won't be nothing left, when this road
      G
gets done,
      F   C   F   C   F   Em   Dm    G
With me.

[Verse 2]
           F                 C
Now it's a long road that brings me here,
          F              C
A lot of pain and folks left behind,
            F           Em
And if the music hadn't pulled me through,
          Dm              G
I'd have probably lost my mind.
      F                   C
I bet my woman she understands it,
            F                       C
Our little daughter understands it too,
           F                Em
They both love me for who I am,
   Dm                    G
Inseparable from what I do.

[Chorus]
           F     Gm      Bb     C
Living in roadhouses and automobiles,
            F               Em
There's a poor boy hunting June bugs,
       Dm                G
And I know just how he feels.
               F     Gm                Bb    C
Living out of suitcases, Living out of fantasy,
                                        F
There won't be nothing left, when this road
      G
gets done,
      F   C   F   C   F   Em   Dm    G
With me.

[Verse 3]
        F              C
I'm a stranger to my children,
         F           C         G
I'm a stranger to myself, sometimes,
    F                    C             G
But I don't mean this is just another sad song,
        F                G
If you read between the lines.
N.C.
Between the lines it's just...
          F           C
another long row of zeros,
 F                         C
Shining in that dashboard light,
         F                 Em
Another millions miles in some rental cars,
        Dm                          G
Another highway in the dark of the night.
          F            C
Another day, another week, another month,
  F           C
Away from my family,
             F          Em
But I'll be lying if I told you,
              Dm           G
There's somewhere I rather be.

[Chorus]
           F     Gm      Bb     C
Living in roadhouses and automobiles,
            F               Em
There's a poor boy hunting June bugs,
       Dm                G
And I know just how he feels.
               F     Gm                Bb    C
Living out of suitcases, Living out of fantasy,
                                        F
There won't be nothing left, when this road
      G
gets done,
      F   C   F   C   F   Em   Dm    G
With me.