True Dreams Of Wichita

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Signal got lost to the satellite
Bm
Got lost in the
G
Rideup to the Plungedown;
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Man sends the ray of the electric light
Bm                                     G
Sends the impulse Through the air
G
Down to home
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D
And you can stand On the arms
F#m
Of the Williamsburg Bridge
Bm                     G
Cryin' "Hey man, well this is Babylon"
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D
And you can fire out on a bus
F#m
To the outside world
           Bm
Down to Louisiana
                G
You can take her with you
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D
I've seen the Rains of the real world
F#m
Come forward on the plain
Bm
I've seen the Kansas of your sweet little
G
myth. You've never seen it, no
D                        F#          Bm
I'm half sick on the drinks you mixed
G
Through your
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True dreams
D         F#  Bm G
Of Wichita

D                              F#m
Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
Bm                       G
Push out dead air from a parking garage
D                              F#m
Where you stand with the keys and your cool
Bm
hat of silence
G
Where you grip her love like a driver's license
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D
I've seen you
Bm                       G
Fire up the gas in the engine valves
D                      Bm
I've seen your hand turn saintly on the radio
G    D           F#m
dial I've seen the airwaves
Bm                       G
Pull your eyes towards heaven
D                      F#m
Outside Topeka in the phone lines
Bm                            G
Her good teeth smile was winding down
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D                   F#m        Bm
Engine sputters ghosts out of gasoline
G
fumes
D                        F#m
They say You had it, but you sold it
Bm             G
You didn't want it, no
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I'm half drunk on static you transmit
G
Through your
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D
True dreams
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Of Wichita

A
Punch it
D
I got, uh, fed
D
I got uh, too much things on bounce, uh, my head
G
I got to burn 'em up
A
I got to burn 'em up now
D
I got to go uptown, uptown
A
I got a thing I got a little bit pushed
D
I got to stand on the corner and
bellow for mush
A
I got a bomb I got a baby bomb bomb
D
got to stand on the corner and bellow
for my friend Tom
Dm
I got a thing, I got to thing it
I got to thing--team
I got to run my side
D
True dreams

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