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Date: Mon, 10 Nov 1997 19:39:40 -0600 (CST)
From: Ira Houston Bryant Iv 
To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: CRD: s/son_volt/looking_at_the_world_through_a_windshield.crd


Looking at the World Through a Windshield
as performed by Son Volt
written by Jerry Chestnut, Mike Hoyer
from the Feeling Minnesota Soundtrack
transcribed by Ira Bryant (ihbryant@ou.edu)

Please email any corrections


Intro Riff

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B:-9--10--11--------12-----12b14--r12--10------12--10---8--7--------------|
G:-9--11--12--12/13------------------------11-----------------9---9--7--6-|
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A:------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E:------------------------------------------------------------------------|


{Verse 1}
A
Well when I was just a little bitty kid
D
I remember one time Mommy said
E                                          A
Daddy sends you all his love, from 'Frisco Bay
A
Well I didn't understand till I was grown
D
Why my Daddy didn't spend a little time at home
E                                         A
Instead of running round the country that way


{Chorus}
A                                     E
Oh I'm looking at the world through a windshield
                                            A
Seeing everything in a little bit different light
[Watching it fly by me on the right]
                                                    D7
I got a sweet little thing that I'm dying to see in Nashville
E                                               A
And I'm down around Dallas and rolling on south tonight

Intro Riff

{Verse 2}
Well long strips of rubber that you see
Were burnt off of this rig by the likes of me
And they'll rot along the highways in this land
I'm gonna write my name in this diesel smoke
And let the ones that come along behind me choke
And try to keep this pace I'm setting anytime that they can


{Chorus}


{Verse 3}
Well I push this rig through the sleet and rain
And I've driven through the rough terrain
Of the rockies to the docks of old L.A.
On down that old pacific shore
I swing north and head for Baltimore
Or some place 'bout 2000 miles away

{Chorus}

E                                               A
And I'm down around Dallas and rolling on south tonight

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