Josh Ritter (born in Moscow, Idaho on October 21, 1976) is an American singer-songwriter, guitarist and author who performs and records with The Royal City Band (as Josh Ritter & The Royal City Band). Ritter is known for his distinctive Americana style and narrative lyrics. In 2006 he was named one of the "100 Greatest Living Songwriters" by Paste magazine.
Born to two neuroscientists, Ritter bought his first guitar from the local K-MART after hearing the Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash classic Girl From The North Country.
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A [002220] Asus2 [002200] Asus2/D [020200] F#m [244222] D [200232] E [022100] E7 [020100]
[Intro] AAsus2Asus2/D AAsus2Asus2/D
AAsus2Asus2/DAAsus2Asus2/D all the other girls here are stars—you are the Northern Lights AAsus2Asus2/DAAsus2Asus2/D they try to shine in through your curtains—you’re too close and too bright AF#m they try and they try but everything that they do DA is the ghost of a trace of a pale imitation of you
Asus2Asus2/DAAsus2Asus2/D I’ll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen this party was made with the night air and the chance that a smile will wind its way from your face to one of the boys in your line you act like you’re hip to their tricks and you’re strong but a virgin Wurlitzer heart never once had a song I’ll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen
AE and I’ll have you back by break of day F#m I’m going your way anyway D and if you’d like to come along E7 I’ll be yours for a song
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I know you are waiting and I know that it is not for me but I’m here and I’m ready and I’ve saved you the passenger seat I won’t be your last dance just your last goodnight every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied I’ll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen
so crawl up your trellis and quietly back into your room and I’ll coast down the length of your drive by the light of the moon and the next time we meet—a new kind of hello both our hearts have a secret only both of us know ‘bout the night that I drove you back home Kathleen