Backseat

B   E   B   E

B                                  E
You were hiding in the backseat of my Lincoln
B                                        E
Underneath a blanket with your head against the door
B                            E
And I was already halfway through Ohio
B                                                  E                 F#m
When I heard your soft voice singing to a song on the radio

F#m   B   F#m   B
Mmmm...mmmmm

B                               E
I crept out in the darkness of the morning
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Past our sleeping father, a cold cigar lying at his feet
B                                         E
He was surrounded by his books down in the parlor
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Filled with all the words that he had wanted us to read and know - oh oh oh

F#m   B   F#m   B
Mmmmm...mmmmm

B                       E
But this is not an old American story
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About the rugged men who came out from the east
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And I am not some outlaw from the Badlands
B                               E
Or a gambler running tables in New Orleans
B                          E
So I put you on a bus back to Boston
B                          E
With some money in your shoe for a meal
B                             E
And I turn my car in the other direction
B                                   E                 F#m
Just hoping that I hear a note from the backseat

F#m   B   F#  B
ohhh oh ohhh

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