Anything But Mine

Tom:
E                                 A
Walkin along the lights of that miracle mile,
        E                           A
Me and Mary makin our way into the night,
         E
You can hear the crowds from the carnaval rides
     A
The pinball bells and the ski ball slides,
E                                         A
Watchin the summer sun fall right out of sight
(Bridge)
B                                 A
There's a warm wind commin in, from off of the ocean
            E                                     A
makin it's way past the hotel walls to feel the street,
E                           A
Mary's holdin both of her shoes in her hand
          E                 B                E
Said she likes to fell the sand beneath her feet,
(Chorus)
             E                           A
And in them mornin I'm a leavin makin my way back to Cleveland,

[Refrão]
     E                                   A
So tonight I hope, that I would do just fine,
    E                          A
And I don't see, how you could ever be,
E     B        E
Any-thing but mine,

[Próxima Parte]
There's a local band playin, at the seaside pavillion
And I got just enough enough cash to get us in,
And as we were dancin Mary's wrappin her arms around me,
And I can feel the sting of summer on my skin,
(Bridge)
In the midst of the music, I tell her I love her,
We both laugh cause we both know it isn't true,
Oh but Mary there's a summer draw into and end tonight
And there's so much that I long to do to you,
(Chorus)
             E                           A
But in them mornin I'm a leavin makin my way back to Cleveland,

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
(lead - E - A - E - B = 2x's)
(Chorus)
             E                           A
But in them mornin I'm a leavin makin my way back to Cleveland,

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
     E                          A
Mary I don't see, how you could ever be,
E     B        E
Any-thing but mine,
(Outro - E - A - E - B - 2x's)
(Chorus)
             E                           A
And in them mornin I'm a leavin makin my way back to Cleveland,

[Refrão] (repetir)