Tuning: Half-step Down!!


Intro:

| B | E | B | E | Abm | E | Abm | E F# |


Verse 1:
              Abm
So the ambulances came, 
               C#m                     F#
They took your pulse and packed up your things.
               Abm
And the papers read,
           B                    F#
Some boys forget what heartache brings.
                        Abm
And the pounding in the streets
         C#m                F#
Was your heart in four/four time.
                 Abm
And the taste of defeat
    B         F#            E     F#
Was never too far from your mind.


Chorus:
      Abm           E                B               F#
And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand,
         Abm         E                    B       F#        
I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis.
          Abm                    E
And in my head there's all these classic cars,
    B             F#
And outlaw cowboy bands
         Abm         E                    B        F#
I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else.


Verse 2:
           Abm
So gravity came,
              C#m                         F#
And stole the temple that the school boys praised
                       Abm,
And the crowds shuffled in.
               B                            F#                      Abm
You're getting drinks for the same boys who once bought you everything.
                          C#m
And the powder on the bar
              F#                          Abm
Was just this one time, the powder on the bar
               B             F#          E    F#
Was just this one night, and only to get by.


Repeat Chorus


Bridge:
Abm                      E      F#
    There were southern accents 
       Abm              E     F#
On the radio as I drove home.
       Abm
And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
       E                       F#                   Abm
It's a pretty good song, maybe you know the rest...
                   E      F#
Maybe you know the rest.


Repeat Chorus


Outro:
         Abm                 E
When our boots they hit the ground, |
            B                 F#    |