True Dreams Of Wichita

Soul Coughing

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Tom:
D F#m Bm G
D F# Bm G [Verse 1]
D                 F#m Signal got lost to the satellite
Bm Got lost in the
G Rideup to the Plungedown;
D F# Bm G
D                 F#m Man sends the ray of the electric light
Bm                                     G Sends the impulse Through the air
G Down to home
D F# Bm G
D And you can stand On the arms
F#m Of the Williamsburg Bridge
Bm                     G Cryin' "Hey man, well this is Babylon"
D F# Bm G
D And you can fire out on a bus
F#m To the outside world
           Bm Down to Louisiana
                G You can take her with you
D F# Bm G
D I've seen the Rains of the real world
F#m Come forward on the plain
Bm I've seen the Kansas of your sweet little
G myth. You've never seen it, no
D                        F#          Bm I'm half sick on the drinks you mixed
G Through your
D F# Bm G [Chorus]
D   F#m Bm   G True dreams
D         F#  Bm G Of Wichita [Verse 2]
D                              F#m Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
Bm                       G Push out dead air from a parking garage
D                              F#m Where you stand with the keys and your cool
Bm hat of silence
G Where you grip her love like a driver's license
D F#m Bm G
D I've seen you
Bm                       G Fire up the gas in the engine valves
D                      Bm I've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio
G    D           F#m dial I've seen the airwaves
Bm                       G Pull your eyes towards heaven
D                      F#m Outside Topeka in the phone lines
Bm                            G Her good teeth smile was winding down
D F#m Bm G
D                   F#m        Bm Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline
G fumes
D                        F#m They say You had it, but you sold it
Bm             G You didn't want it, no
D                     F#m         Bm I'm half drunk on static you transmit
G Through your
D F#m Bm G
D True dreams
F#m      Bm Of Wichita [Bridge]
A Punch it
D I got, uh, fed
D I got uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my head
G I got to burn 'em up
A I got to burn 'em up now
D I got to go uptown, uptown
A I got a thing I got a little bit pushed
D I got to stand on the corner and bellow for mush
A I got a bomb I got a baby bomb bomb
D got to stand on the corner and bellow for my friend Tom
Dm I got a thing, I got to thing it I got to thing--team I got to run my side
D True dreams
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Composição: Soul Coughing e Mike Doughty

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