Tone: [Dm]
[Dm]Well its headlights, and white lights, and Black Tar Rivers
[Gm]They're dragging me [Bb]around this [F]country as it w[Gm]withers
[Dm]The billboards, signposts, standing in the way
[Gm]Tell of the state of[Bb]of the nations[F]nations, that we find [Gm]today
And we [Bb]play and we p[F]play and we p[Eb]play
To ever[Bb]every day, every [F]day, every d[Eb]day
Every [Bb]day
[Dm]And in the front rooms of old towns far from the city
[Gm]With beaten up guita[Bb]guitars and heart[F]hearts full of pity [Gm]
[Dm]The people gather round singing songs from everywhere
[Gm]They're torn from th[Bb]e nation, le[F]ft without a ca[Gm]re
And we [Bb]play and we p[F]play and we p[Eb]play
To ever[Bb]every day, every [F]day, every d[Eb]day
Every [Bb]day
And we'll [Gm]rid the bloody [F]world for a [Gm]moment in a [Bb]word
And we'll [Gm]rid the bloody [F]world cos
The [Eb]words that you heard when you were y[Bb]young will always stay
The [F]one's that always stay make the [Eb]world go away
The [Eb]words that you heard when you were y[Bb]young will always stay
The [F]one's that always stay make the [Eb]world go away
Go a[Bb]away
[Dm]Warm night, clear sky, European town
[Gm]Outside the bars sin[Bb]singing their h[F]hearts out to a [Gm]crowd
[Dm]With open boots, violin, banjo and a voice
[Gm]The exiled buskers a[Bb]are happy wit[F]with their choice [Gm]
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