C C/B C G C C/B Am G (x2) [Verse]F C Am Look in the rearview. The grittiest street lightsG with freshly shaven counter partsF Jumping continental flights. Are we awake?C Are we dreaming? Are we all obsessedAm With spoon-fed celebritiesG And southern rock guitar leads? [Chorus]C I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.F We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.C I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.F We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.[Interlude]C C/B Am G F G C C/B Am [Verse]F Black cat and your wishes in a handbag.G I keep calling ‘cuz I want my fucking hat back.Am G I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.F Cool breeze running through the atticG Called back and all I got was static.Am G I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes. [Chorus]C I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.F We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.C I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.F We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs. [Outro]F G Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.Am Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guideG talking politics and the fall of Rome.F G Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.Am Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guideG talking politics and the fall of Rome.F G Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.Am Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guideG talking politics and the fall of Rome.F G Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.Am Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guideG F talking politics and the fall of Rome.
Dirt My Buddy My Pal
I Can See Mountains
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