Band: Lagwagon (Joey Cape)
Song: Move The Car(acoustic)
Guitarist: Joey Cape
Tabbed by: hipp (clown_hipp@hotmail.com)

Riff
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B------------3------------------3-
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A-0------------------0------------
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D
The story it grows older, the story is no story here

I never knew what it is, and there's no sign of it ending
                                       B            
As I am it and ought to be, they're telling me I am
Em
They're telling me I am
    G A
Telling me
D           A           G      A             D
Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman you're
       A               G              A                D
On the list at every door, you don't bowl or race fast cars
      B           G           A
Composition competition you drive

Riff

D
Just because I don't go, to the church where you reside

I might as well forget it, the nineties won't be back again
            B
Until i'm forty-eight years old
D
I can be the hungry, as i eat my words again, appealing yet apalling
                                                      B
Rising to my falling, I'm going to extreme ends, I'm gagging on their scene
Em
I'm gagging on their scene
       G      A
I'm gagging on
D           A           G      A             D
Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman you're
       A               G              A                D
On the list at every door, you don't bowl or race fast cars
      B           G           A
Composition competition you shift
B          F#  G      A                 B                 F#   G
I'm the driver, over time in it's defense, I move their car
             A
And for a moment it makes sense, but I fail them in the end

In the arms of old age, knowing only one to lose

Feeling nothing more to hide, consider life a forgery

As you're gagging on your scene, admit to fraudulence

Driven to this thought, death is certain, faith is not
D           A           G      A             D
Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman you're
       A               G              A                D
On the list at every door, you don't bowl or race fast cars
      B           G           A
Composition competition you drive

Composition competition you drive competition

Competition I'm losing I fail it in the end