Intro: C   G

C
Well I'm going through the motions 
                                      F
Seems it happens every night of every week 

Well it's an ever running cycle 
                                         C
And the chance of breakin out of it seems weak 
        G
Well my mind becomes a freight train 
       F                           C
And it never lets me get no decent sleep 
 
C                                                                   F
Well my head starts a worrying about all the little things I cannot change 

And my heart it starts a pounding 
                                            C
Messing up the way the blood goes through my veins 
 
        G
I never dream of nothin pleasant 
           F                               C
I'm always lost or gettin booed off of the stage 


F
Well the west coast was a desert 
    C
And New York City black 
     G
So I spent some time in Carolina 
C
Make my money back 
          F                                      C
There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea 
       G                                              C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me 

                  C
Well there's this busy little corner 
                                       F
Half a mile down the road from where I live 

Where all these beautiful women 
                                        C
Work the sidewalk for a little take and give 
                G
Oh it's like an escalator walkway 
       F                                            C
I just mind my own business, make sure my money's hid 
                C                    
Well I got this friend, he takes his money down there every day 
                      F
When he gets off from work

He asks for Georgia cuz she's special, 
                                  C
She reminds him he's a man he has worth 
               G
Oh but I don't judge him cuz he's honest 
         F                               C
Which is more'n I can say I've been since birth 
 
         F
Well the west coast was a desert 
    C
And New York City black 
     G
So I spent some time in Carolina 
C
Make my money back 
          F                                      C
There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea 
       G                                              C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me 

             F                               C
So if you're led into a wasteland or made to stumble through the dark 
              G                         C7
You leave the cartoon color legacy or a common watermark 
   F                                         C
We always back the underdog because he's the only one we trust 
        G                                             C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for us