Tom: Em
Em
[Verse]
Em Em
He left the morning after, panicked and confused
Am B
The night, it was a blur but his knuckles, they were bruised
Em G C
The sign just flipped to open as he stumbled from the storm
Em B7 Em
A pack of smokes, a lighter that he stole out of her drawer
[Chorus]
G Em
Oh, you get colder
Am B7 Em
You get old-er every day
[Interlude]
Em
[Verse]
Em Em
In the in back of El Ranchero, collecting all the scraps
Am B
A coaster with a number and a dented baseball bat
Em G C
He dialed unfamiliar digits, maybe deep into Durango
Em B7 Em
There's a city made of tin cans and another made of gold
[Chorus]
G Em
Oh, you get colder
Am B7 Em
You get old-er every day
[Solo - same as verse]
Em . . .
Am . B .
Em . G C
Em B Em .
[Verse]
Em Em
They're searching high and low for a place to call home
Am B7
From Tecate to Bisbee, Tucson to Jerome
Em G C
The whippoorwills awaken as he loathes another flaw
Em B7 Em
No family of his own, just the ones that he forgot
[Chorus]
G Em
Oh, you get colder
Am B7 Em
You get old-er every day
[Chorus]
G Em
Oh, you get colder
Am B7 Em
You get old-er every day
