Great song from Roger Alan Wade's more seriously toned 3rd album "Deguello Motel". Slap
a capo onto the ol' first fret for this tune! :)
Into: D
[D]Fell asleep on a Greyhound
Woke up [G]three-hundred miles from home
With the n[D]orth wind dancin' like Gene Kelly
The s[A]ky lookin' like rusted chrome
[Bm]Bus wheels winding like a hard-luck gambler
[G]On and on and on
[D]Looks like here I go again
Flat br[A]oke at the break of dawn
I leaned ac[D]ross the aisle and asked an older man
"Sir could you te[G]ll me the time of day"
He just sm[D]iled and said "Son I'm five minutes fast
[A]I got twenty minutes till eight"
I just c[Bm]losed my eyes and pictured you
Probably [G]just now wakin' up
I o[D]pened my eyes and for thirty-five years
I just s[A]tared down into a whiskey cup
I could a[G]lmost hear the sound of one hand cla[D]ppin'
I could al[A]most see the shadow of the w[D]ind
Old me[G]mories make a lonely boy go c[D]razy
And it lo[A]oks like here I go ag[D]ain
Break: D A D
[D]Talked to a girl sittin' next to me
Said I's [G]goin' down to Tennessee
[D]Told her I was a poet
She said s[A]he'd never heard of me
The [Bm]memories like some stoned old soldier
[G]Stumbled through my mind
Made me w[D]onder if where I was bound
Was wo[A]rth all I left behind
I could almost hear the sound of one hand clappin'
I could almost see the shadow of the wind
Old memories make a lonely boy go crazy
And it looks like here I go again
And silence is the sound of one hand clappin'
Illusions are the shadow of the wind
Memories are just a lonely boy gone crazy
And it looks like here I go again
And it looks like I'm headin' that way again
a capo onto the ol' first fret for this tune! :)
Into: D
[D]Fell asleep on a Greyhound
Woke up [G]three-hundred miles from home
With the n[D]orth wind dancin' like Gene Kelly
The s[A]ky lookin' like rusted chrome
[Bm]Bus wheels winding like a hard-luck gambler
[G]On and on and on
[D]Looks like here I go again
Flat br[A]oke at the break of dawn
I leaned ac[D]ross the aisle and asked an older man
"Sir could you te[G]ll me the time of day"
He just sm[D]iled and said "Son I'm five minutes fast
[A]I got twenty minutes till eight"
I just c[Bm]losed my eyes and pictured you
Probably [G]just now wakin' up
I o[D]pened my eyes and for thirty-five years
I just s[A]tared down into a whiskey cup
I could a[G]lmost hear the sound of one hand cla[D]ppin'
I could al[A]most see the shadow of the w[D]ind
Old me[G]mories make a lonely boy go c[D]razy
And it lo[A]oks like here I go ag[D]ain
Break: D A D
[D]Talked to a girl sittin' next to me
Said I's [G]goin' down to Tennessee
[D]Told her I was a poet
She said s[A]he'd never heard of me
The [Bm]memories like some stoned old soldier
[G]Stumbled through my mind
Made me w[D]onder if where I was bound
Was wo[A]rth all I left behind
I could almost hear the sound of one hand clappin'
I could almost see the shadow of the wind
Old memories make a lonely boy go crazy
And it looks like here I go again
And silence is the sound of one hand clappin'
Illusions are the shadow of the wind
Memories are just a lonely boy gone crazy
And it looks like here I go again
And it looks like I'm headin' that way again
