Dm Gm
I hit the road in a '52 Ford
C
A pack of matches
Dm
And a postcard on the dashboard
Dm
The sun was set
Gm
The gas gauge was low
C Dm
And it was time to go
Dm Gm
I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly
C Dm
Needed a friend the day my mother died
Dm Gm
Her place was hot and it smelled of sin
C Dm
I guess when one life goes another begins
Gm Dm
Hey now, what you gonna do?
A
Got a fiver in your pocket
Dm
And a switchblade in your boot
Gm Dm
Hey now what you gonna say
A Dm
To make it go away?
Dm Gm
I found the city by the mark on the stamp
C Dm
Studied it under the light of a hotel lamp
Dm Gm
I found his work, I found their home
C Dm
I waited until I knew she was alone
Dm Dm
I didn't want the child to see life
C Dm
I justified that it wounded my pride
Dm Gm
My mind was set that no one could know
C Dm
The girl had to go
Gm Dm
Hey now, what you gonna do?
A
Got a fiver in your pocket
Dm
And a switchblade in your boot
Gm Dm
Hey now what you gonna say
A Dm
To make it go away?
Gm Dm
Hey now, what you gonna do?
A
Got a fiver in your pocket
Dm
And a switchblade in your boot
Gm Dm
Hey now what you gonna say
A Dm
To make it go away?
Dm
Light stumbled in
Gm
Through a crack in the shades
C Dm
Reflected off of the edge of my blade
Dm
As I reached for the girl
Gm
With the knife in my hand
C Dm
I thought "I guess the kid deserves a chance"
Dm Gm
Her man came in as I started to go
C Dm
My last intentions; how could he know?
Dm Gm
The blade sunk deep into my skin
C Dm
I guess when one life goes another begins
Dm Fm