G C
Saddle up that old gray mare for me
G C
I wanna ride until these eyes of mine can't see
Am D
I never really feel like looking very much anymore
Am D
And nothing really matters till it's closer than the house next door
G C
People talk a lot, but they can never find the heart and the soul
G C
To put a lot of time into more than just a search for gold
Am D
The river's flowing dirty and it's moving down to pass Christian
Am D
There used to be a time when it's water was a healing hand
Ref:
Em C D
You're born too late and everything you love is gone, gone
Em C D
Born too late and everything you know is wrong
G C
I've got a wife in Cleveland and she hates my guts
G C
And everything about her's a reflection of what drove me nuts
Am D
I stopped to buy a beer inside the trading post and lost my keys
Am D
That somber wooden Indian by the door began to laugh at me
Ref:
Em C D
Born too late and everything you love is gone, gone
Em C D
Born too late and everything you know is wrong
Em C, D
Born too late
Em, C, D (3x)
G C
And my silver Catalina's busy rusting in the cool night air
G C
He's only got a few more miles left beneath his hood out there
Am D
I stood a while beside him and I thought about his thirst for oil
Am D
I thought about his greed for speed and how we've all got spoiled
Ref:
Em C D
You're born too late and everything you love is gone, gone
Em C D
You're born too late and everything you know is wrong
Em, C, D (til the end)
You're born too late and everything you love is gone, gone
You're born too late and everything you know is wrong
Born too late, born too late, born too late