SOUVENIRS (Gretchen Peters; recorded by Suzy Bogguss)
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[Actually in A; capo 2.]
[Each chord is half a measure.]
[ G=320033, Gsus9=300233, G=x30033, G=x30233.  Actually, I could
 probably give these chords different names (e.g., I could have written
 Gsus9/C as D4/C), but that's not important.  The fingerings are what's
 important.]

G5   Gsus9   G5   Gsus9   G5   G5   G5   G5
[intro]
G5   Gsus9   G5   Gsus9   G5   G5   G5   G5
[intro]

G5  Gsus9        G5    Gsus9    G5  G5   G5    G5
   Set out like Kerouac             in  my  American car
G5  Gsus9      G5           Gsus9      G5  G5      D5        D5
   Carrying a dream and a road map         deep in my American heart
G5  Gsus9           G5       Gsus9     G5  G5         G5      G5
  Where's those mountain majesties,         where's those waves of grain
G5      Gsus9       G5       Gsus9      G5  G5   D5           D5
  Billboards from sea to shining sea,          man it ain't the same

They got Mount Rushmore on a cup, everybody needs one of those
For a dollar more they'll fill it up, you can drink out of Lincoln's nose
They got the Hard Rock t-shirts, they got Elvis too
Sooner or later, mark my words, they're gonna get you

C5       C5          G5       G5      D5  D5   D5  D5
   Well I've been searching for the promised land
          C5     C5     G5   G5   A5     A5  D5  D5
But it's just another neon come-on roadside stand
G5  Gsus9      G5          Gsus9      G5  G5    G5      G5
   Little tin toys that fall apart,       that's all they got here
G5    Gsus9         G5       Gsus9   G5  G5     D5   D5
   I come all this way to find my heart, all I get is souvenirs

[repeat intro chords]

Baby I believed in you, I thought you believed in me
I thought we had a love that's true, not a close facsimile
Now I don't want your dime store ring, it turns my finger green
I don't want your dime store love, I want the real thing

Well I've been searching for the promised land
But it's just another neon come-on roadside stand
Little tin toys that fall apart, that's all we got here
I come all this way to find my heart, all I get is souvenirs
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