Intro: C G
C
Well I'm going through the motions
F
Seems it happens every night of every week
Well it's an ever running cycle
C
And the chance of breakin out of it seems weak
G
Well my mind becomes a freight train
F C
And it never lets me get no decent sleep
C F
Well my head starts a worrying about all the little things I cannot change
And my heart it starts a pounding
C
Messing up the way the blood goes through my veins
G
I never dream of nothin pleasant
F C
I'm always lost or gettin booed off of the stage
F
Well the west coast was a desert
C
And New York City black
G
So I spent some time in Carolina
C
Make my money back
F C
There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea
G C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me
C
Well there's this busy little corner
F
Half a mile down the road from where I live
Where all these beautiful women
C
Work the sidewalk for a little take and give
G
Oh it's like an escalator walkway
F C
I just mind my own business, make sure my money's hid
C
Well I got this friend, he takes his money down there every day
F
When he gets off from work
He asks for Georgia cuz she's special,
C
She reminds him he's a man he has worth
G
Oh but I don't judge him cuz he's honest
F C
Which is more'n I can say I've been since birth
F
Well the west coast was a desert
C
And New York City black
G
So I spent some time in Carolina
C
Make my money back
F C
There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea
G C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me
F C
So if you're led into a wasteland or made to stumble through the dark
G C7
You leave the cartoon color legacy or a common watermark
F C
We always back the underdog because he's the only one we trust
G C
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for us