Gas Station Rose

C#m             B       E*      A
C#m             B       E*      A               E

A                    C#m                             A          B       E*
Well we can’t have a garden while we’re still on the road
A                       C#m                     A               B       E
There’s only room on the dash for a gas station rose
A                           C#m
You know that when I shut up I got something to say
A                       C#m             A
I was looking at you, you were looking away
A                               E               B
At least we dodged the New York winter…

                A
Well maybe the mountain in our eyes
                E                       B
Looks like a molehill from the other side
                C#m                     A
We are the elders of our minds
                E
We’re on our own, we’re on our own

A               B C#m    A
A               C#m B E* A

A                    C#m                   A            B       E*
Another year gone by like the signs on the street
A                    C#m                   A            B       E*
Highway seventy-five, Nebraska flat as a sheet
A                       C#m
Living out of the trunk, we bounce around like a dream
A                    C#m        B           A
Another major drawback, another sweet in between
A                               E       B
At least we’re both confused together…

                A
Well maybe the mountain in our eyes
                E                       B
Looks like a molehill from the other side
                C#m                     A
We are the elders of our minds
                E
We’re on our own, we’re on our ownn

C#m             B       E*      A
C#m             B       E*      A               E       B

                A
Well maybe the mountain in our eyes
                E                       B
Looks like a molehill from the other side
                C#m                     A
We are the elders of our minds
                E       B
We’re on our own,
                A
Well maybe the mountain in our eyes
                E                       B
Looks like a molehill from the other side
                C#m                     A
We are the elders of our minds
                E
We’re on our own, we’re on our ownn

C#m             B       E*      A
C#m             B       E*      A               E       B

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