Capo 1st fret
Standard (EADGBE)
I'm a son of blue shirt wage
A soldier of rock and steel
Father worked an iron hand
And mother taught me well how to feel
At seventeen the boy is free
Headed west in a Chevrolet
Expectations overblown
And a mouth full of something to say
There's a woman waiting for me there
With blue jeans on and roses in her hair
A touch of gold to pacify my blue
I might not be a dancer, but I'll keep in step with you
She's as young as rising sun
As cool as an evening breeze
She's got music in her blood
And a heart full of harmony's needs
She's the soul of self control
As warm as the summer sky
She's an angel when it's right
a bitch when she's being denied
Out in the back of some cafe
We'll hold the night a million miles away
And wrap our hearts around one point of view
I might not be an author, but I'll write the book on you