Capo 2 D A Sunday morning lying in my car Em Bb The roof's dash a warning, couldn't get too far D A Seven drummers are marching in the rain Em Bb A latin lover couldn't feel the pain D A A red Camaro will never get their fill Em Bb Of feeling freedom just west of Chapel Hill A G D Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away A G D Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away Crossed-eye and Husky are coming down the ridge We're growing marijuana underneath the bridge Shaky fingers stand up pointing at the coast Folky singers with cold harmonica's Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone awayRoll me over, tell me I'm alive Shadow breathing right between the eyes Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away Carry on you vagabonds, (blah blah blah) (out)
