You Get Older

Em

   Em                      Em
He left the morning after, panicked and confused
    Am                           B
The night, it was a blur but his knuckles, they were bruised
    Em                              G                 C
The sign just flipped to open as he stumbled from the storm
  Em                B7              Em
A pack of smokes, a lighter that he stole out of her drawer

G           Em
Oh, you get colder
        Am  B7       Em
You get old-er every day

Em

          Em                       Em
In the in back of El Ranchero, collecting all the scraps
  Am                          B
A coaster with a number and a dented baseball bat
          Em                       G         C
He dialed unfamiliar digits, maybe deep into Durango
          Em           B7             Em
There's a city made of tin cans and another made of gold

G           Em
Oh, you get colder
        Am  B7       Em
You get old-er every day

Em .  .  .
Am .  B  .
Em .  G  C
Em B  Em .

        Em                           Em
They're searching high and low for a place to call home
     Am                B7
From Tecate to Bisbee, Tucson to Jerome
    Em                         G               C
The whippoorwills awaken as he loathes another flaw
   Em            B7            Em
No family of his own, just the ones that he forgot

G           Em
Oh, you get colder
        Am  B7       Em
You get old-er every day

G           Em
Oh, you get colder
        Am  B7       Em
You get old-er every day

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