Dead Mans Curve

Tom: E
| E | E |

[Verse 1]
E
The street was deserted late Friday night
A
We were bugging each other while we sat out the light
E
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
B
You should have heard the whine from my screaming machine
E
I flew past La Bream down to Crescent Heights
A
And all the Jag could see were my six taillights
E
He passed me at Doheny and I started to swerve
F#m B
But I pulled it out and there we were, at Deadman's curve

[Chorus]
E D/F#
Deadman's Curve is no place to play
G
Deadman's Curve

[Verse 2]
C
Well, the last thing I remember, Doc., I started to swerve
Am
And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
F
I know I'll never forget that horrible sight
Bb B
I found out for myself that everyone was right
[Bridge]]
C A B
Won't come back from Deadman's Curve

[Chorus]
E
Deadman's Curve is no place to play
C#m
Deadman's Curve, you best keep away
A
Deadman's Curve, I can hear them say
B C A B E
You won't come back from Deadman's Curve