Standard (EADGBE)
I know a place
down past an old shack
on a road that goes to nowhere
ain't nobody coming back
we can go there tonight
we can talk untill dawn
or maybe something else
ill leave the radio on
theres no one to hear
you might aswell scream
they never woke up
from the American dream
and they dont understand
what they dont see
and they look through you
and they look past me
oh you and i are dancing slow
and we got nowhere to go
past the wal-mart and the prison
down by the old va
just my jeans and my t-shirt
and a blue chevrolet
its saturday night
feels like everythings wrong
ive got some strawberry wine
i want to get you alone