|
Intro SOL DO SOL DO
SOL DO
She cooks him ham and ho'cakes
SOL DO
at five thirty every morn
SOL DO
and she does the dishes
SOL DO
and she irons his uniform
SOL DO
And she thinks she might have loved him once,
SOL DO
but that was so long ago
SOL DO
and the rain pours down like a holy waterfall
SOL DO
over the Gulf of Mexico
SOL DO
The boardwalk's deserted
SOL DO
and the beach is all closed down
SOL DO
and the middle school punk rockers
SOL DO
ride their skateboards through the town
SOL
And she looks back and she daydreams
DO
about paintin' people she's never seen
SOL DO
just to keep from bein' blue
SOL
and she gets home about a quarter 'till four
DO
and she drives her brother to the liquor store
SOL DO
on Ocean Avenue
SOL DO
And I'm parked on the stateline
SOL DO
on this cold November day
SOL DO
and pretty soon I'll be a drivin' fool
SOL DO
somewhere down this lost highway
SOL
and I here a voice from my soul's core
DO
sayin' freedom's just a metaphor
SOL DO
you got nowhere to go
SOL DO
and the rain pours down like a holy waterfall
SOL DO
over the Gulf of Mexico
SOL DO
over the Gulf of Mexico
SOL DO
over the Gulf of Mexico
That's about it.
git er done!
|
|
