Well, after three versions of this song, no one has quite got it spot-on yet. While 
Version 2 had the right idea, they failed (as everyone else did) to realize there is a 
varied chord progression midway through the verse, as you'll see here.




Chords used:
C  F  Am

Intro:
(mute the strings and strum the rhythm)
C  F
C  F

C                                                F
We walk up the paths of the banks of the mighty Susquehanna
         C
With our feet made muddy by your tributaries
      F
That trickle their way to the Chesapeake
             Am
It's like we follow I-83 down to the harbor cities
C
Strip malls and the tar-mac
Am
People swirling and teaming
C
It seemed so exciting, but now it seems like such a blight

C  F

C  F

C                             F
I grew up near Kentucky's Mt. Zion Road
C                                   F
All that was there was some old cemetary
         Am                                           C
I wanted nothing more than to be able to walk to the store
    Am
Now I don't live there but there's too many stores
     C
Some apartments and a Sunoco

           C                           F
And I wonder what did they do with the bodies?
           C                           F
And I wonder what did they do with the bodies?

C
Oh!
F
Susquehanna (x4)

C  F

C  F


      C
And I miss that place behind my house where I
F
Hiked and climbed and played
          C
Where I'd ditch this noisy century or just
F
Hid out from the decade
    Am                                    C
M-I homes thought it could stand to be updated
                 Am                                     C
Forced it all into a grid until it looks like the funny pages
C                                        F
With every trace of light that seems confined within a frame
    C                                  F
The faces move from day to day but the strips all look the same
        Am                             C
And the punchlines are resoundingly unfunny
                  Am                              C
For those trapped in this architecture of easy money
      C                             F
And I feel like this all come to no good
              C                               F
This kids who populate these cul-de-sacs will never know what stood
              Am                     C
Beneath their cookie-cutter houses, fields and streams and woods
               Am
They'll sit in cars and wait for mom to drive them
C
Out of this boring neighborhood

C
Oh!
F
Susquehanna (x4)

          C                               F
And I wonder, what did they do with the bodies? (x2)
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