Capo on the 5th fret
Intro:
Fmaj7 Am7 G5 Fmaj7
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Am7 C G5
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Am7 C G F
Well, I met him in Minnesota. He was dark and overcast,
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with long grey hair and eyes that stared
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through me like I was glass.
F Am7
I asked, "Where are you going to?"
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He said, "I'm the wind, I'm just blowin' through".
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Then he lit up a cigarette and began to talk:
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"See the doctors told me that my body won't hold me,
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my lungs are turning black.
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Been Lucky Strike's fool since I was at school,
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now there ain't no turning back.
F Am7 G F
They can't tell me how long I've got, maybe months, but maybe not.
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So I'm taking this bike and riding to New York.
Dm Am7 G
'Cause I wanna see my grand-daughter one last time
Dm Am7
Want to hold her close and feel her tiny
C G
Heartbeat next to mine
Dm Am7
Wanna see my son and the man he's become
C G
Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done
F Am7 G
And I'd do it if I had to walk
F G Am7
Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
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Am7 C G5
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Am7 C G F
Through the forests of Wisconsin, that I knew as a boy
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Past the skyline of Chicago, 'round the lakes of Illinois
F Am7
I lay my head in a motel bed
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When my back get sore and my eyes turn red
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And listen to the trucks roll past my door
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Through the fields of Ohio as the sunshine paints them gold
Am7 C G
I'll run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold
F Am7 G F
Fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turn-pike tolls
Am7 C G
I won't stop 'til I get to New York
Dm Am7 G
'Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last time
Dm Am7 C G
Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine
Dm Am7
Now my time is short, I wanna see my daughter
C G
Tell her I'm sorry for the things I taught her
F Am7 G
And I'd do it if I had to walk
F G Am7
Oh, I'm taking this bike and I'm riding to New York
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Am7 C G5
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Fmaj7 Am7 G5 Fmaj7
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Dm Am7 G
And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time
Dm Am7
Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me
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The best years of my life
F Am7 G
And I'd do it if I had to walk
F Am7 G
Yeah, I'd do it if I had to walk
F G Am7
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
Picking pattern (verse)
Am7 C G Fmaj7
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most of the credit to gifted Gschibby
thx for watching
