There's another version on here already, but it's incomplete, difficult to read, and the tabs are built in, so they don't allow transposing. I cleaned it up a bit. Enjoy! Em D G C G Watched it coming up Winslow Am G D Down South Park Boulevard Em D G Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood G C G Great big fins and painted steel Am G D Man it looked just like the Batmobile Em D G With my old man behind the wheel Em D Well you could hardly even see him C G In all of that chrome Em D C G The man with the plan and the pocket comb Am G C D But every night it carried him home And I could hear him sayin'... G Don't gimme no Buick C G Son you must take my word D If there's a God in heaven C He's got a Silver Thunderbird G You can keep your El Dorados C G And the foreign car's absurd D Me I wanna go down C In a Silver Thunderbird Em D G He got up every morning C G While I was still asleep Am G D But I remember the sound of him shuffling around Em D G Then right before the crack of dawn Am G D I heard him turn the motor on Em D G But when I got up they were gone Em D C G Down the road in the rain and snow Em D C G The man and his machine would go Am G C D Oh the secrets that old car would know Sometimes I hear him sayin'... G Don't gimme no Buick C G Son you must take my word D If there's a God in heaven C He's got a Silver Thunderbird G You can keep your El Dorados C G And the foreign car's absurd D Me I wanna go down C In a Silver Thunderbird Em D G
