G Em G EmF# Dsus4/F# 3 - - - 3 - - 3 3 - - 3 3 - - 3 3 - - - 3 - - 3 3 - - 3 3 - - 3 0 - - - 0 - - 2 0 - - 2 0 - - 2 0 - - - 2 - - 0 0 - - 0 2 - - 0 2 - - - 2 - - 0 2 - - 0 2 - - 0 3 - - 2 0 - - 2 3 - - 2 0 - - 2 [Verse 1]G D A The days are getting shorter, The wind has found her teeth.C I think I'm supposed to be somewhere back east.G D A C Now I drive alone with my mind fighting thoughts of this kindG D A And in the darkness of these naked empty streetsC I'm free, to just breathe [Verse 2]G D A She said I'm the king of random phone callsC I explained it's just this time of yearG D A These awkward conversations, constant isolationsC And this town is bringing me down [Chorus]G Em Just another American folk songG Cadd9 D Written for another American girlG Em Just another American dreamerG Cadd9 D G Just another Amer---i-can fall [Verse 3]G D A So drop me a line, if you can find the timeC I'd love to hear just where you'd ended upG D A This happiness rest at your doorC Do you ever think about us anymore [Chorus]G Em Just another American folk songG Cadd9 D Written for another American girlG Em Just another American dreamerG Cadd9 D G Just another Amer----i-can fall [Verse 4]G D A So bog down with this flesh and boneC I'm not supposed to feel quite this aloneG D A Miss this clutter watch me stutter, step and fallC I haven't the strength to get back upG D A 'Cause I am empty floating lovelessC Cut me and I bleed only dust [Chorus]G Em Just another American folk songG Cadd9 D Written for another American girlG Em Just another American dreamerG Cadd9 D G Just another Amer---i-can fall
Just Another American Folk Song
Warren Sroka
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