Dirt My Buddy My Pal

I Can See Mountains

  • Am
  • C
  • C/B
  • F
  • G
Tom:
C C/B C G C C/B Am G (x2) [Verse]
F C Am Look in the rearview. The grittiest street lights
G with freshly shaven counter parts
F Jumping continental flights. Are we awake?
C Are we dreaming? Are we all obsessed
Am With spoon-fed celebrities
G 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 attic
G 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 guide
G 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 guide
G 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 guide
G 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 guide
G F talking politics and the fall of Rome.
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