Intro
F Gm C C7 F

F
Don't stare straight into the sun
         Gm
'cause a blind man cannot run
C                      C7
Oh how I might have to lose my sight
        F
just to gain it back again

F
Don't drive a car when it's lightning
     Gm
some folks find that it's frightening
    C                   C7
but that's why cars got rubber tires
F
and a driver's side airbag

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Bb               C                 F
I believe that a fool has got more sense than the wisest sages
          Bb                       C               F
Because a fool does just what he's cut out for and never gets in no cages
Bb                C                          F                    D9
My life story got wrote by the good lord and I'm just turning the pages
         G                        C               F
Striking out for a home where the road becoms the sky

F
Even if I became a reverend
Gm
I still wouldn't get to go to heaven
C                                C7
I can tell that I'm a-headed for hell
            F
for all the things I've done

F
But it ain't nothing nice, oh
     Gm
When I get an appetite
   C                 C7
My methamphetamines, high horsepower engines
    F
and walking on top of the ocean

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F
Sell my three piece suit, ooh
Gm
Let me lose my roots
C                    C7
give me time to make up my mind
F
so that I can see

F
Not to stare straight into the sun
Gm
for a blind man cannot run
    C                   C7 
but it ain't nothing to lose your sight
C
if you've got your liberty

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