Dirt My Buddy My Pal

Tom : C
  C  C/B  C   G    C  C/B
Am G (x2)

[Verse]
F C Am
Look in the rearview. The grittiest street lights
G
with freshly shaven counter parts
F
Jumping continental flights. Are we awake?
C
Are we dreaming? Are we all obsessed
Am
With spoon-fed celebrities
G
And southern rock guitar leads?

[Chorus 2x]
C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.

[Interlude]
C C/B Am G F G C C/B Am

[Verse]
F
Black cat and your wishes in a handbag.
G
I keep calling ‘cuz I want my fucking hat back.
Am G
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.
F
Cool breeze running through the attic
G
Called back and all I got was static.
Am G
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.

[Chorus 2x]
C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.

[Outro 2x 2x 2x]
F G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.