Capo II
When [C]I was just a kid out in the m[G]idwest
I gr[Am]ew my hair as [Am7/G]long as it could g[F]o
F[C]arm boys got down in the dirt and wr[G]estled
[Am]Top soil blew as[Am7/G] far as Ohi[F]o
[(F)]Bought our records up at the h[C]ardware
Spent every last d[G]ime on [G/G#]rock and [Am]roll[Am7/G]
But on the r[F]adio it was M[G]erle and Hank and J[C]ohnny[C/B][C/A][C/E]
Buck [F]Owens, Jimmy R[G]ogers and George[C] Jones[Csus4][G][G/C]
Well I grew up and I drifted from the midwest
Seen London, New York and Montreal
Music that I listened to had drum machines
We rocked as they kicked down the Berlin Wall
But my younger years sometimes felt like someone else's
Every now and then I hear it wafting in low
On the radio is Merle and Hank and Johnny
Buck Owens, Jimmy Rogers and George Jones
Silver w[F]ings I'm so l[C]onesome I could cry
St[G]uck in Folsom P[G/G#]rison without y[Am]ou[Am7/G]
T[F]iger by the tail, 'T' for T[C]exa[C/A]s
Dm G G/E(3x2003) G/F (xx3003)
Blue must be the color of the blues
Now I stay in the sunny skies of California
Don't know where the days or time have flown
When I look in to the mirror don't know where that kid has gone
Even now I've got a young one of my own
Now I wonder what's the music she'll hold inside her heart
Cartoon kids they all sing rock and roll
But I'll make sure she hears Merle and Hank and Johnny
Buck Owens, Jimmy Rogers and George Jones
Silver wings I'm so lonesome I could cry
Stuck in Folsom Prison without you
Tiger by the tail, 'T' for Texas
Blue must be the color of the blues
Blue must be the color of the blues
When [C]I was just a kid out in the m[G]idwest
I gr[Am]ew my hair as [Am7/G]long as it could g[F]o
F[C]arm boys got down in the dirt and wr[G]estled
[Am]Top soil blew as[Am7/G] far as Ohi[F]o
[(F)]Bought our records up at the h[C]ardware
Spent every last d[G]ime on [G/G#]rock and [Am]roll[Am7/G]
But on the r[F]adio it was M[G]erle and Hank and J[C]ohnny[C/B][C/A][C/E]
Buck [F]Owens, Jimmy R[G]ogers and George[C] Jones[Csus4][G][G/C]
Well I grew up and I drifted from the midwest
Seen London, New York and Montreal
Music that I listened to had drum machines
We rocked as they kicked down the Berlin Wall
But my younger years sometimes felt like someone else's
Every now and then I hear it wafting in low
On the radio is Merle and Hank and Johnny
Buck Owens, Jimmy Rogers and George Jones
Silver w[F]ings I'm so l[C]onesome I could cry
St[G]uck in Folsom P[G/G#]rison without y[Am]ou[Am7/G]
T[F]iger by the tail, 'T' for T[C]exa[C/A]s
Dm G G/E(3x2003) G/F (xx3003)
Blue must be the color of the blues
Now I stay in the sunny skies of California
Don't know where the days or time have flown
When I look in to the mirror don't know where that kid has gone
Even now I've got a young one of my own
Now I wonder what's the music she'll hold inside her heart
Cartoon kids they all sing rock and roll
But I'll make sure she hears Merle and Hank and Johnny
Buck Owens, Jimmy Rogers and George Jones
Silver wings I'm so lonesome I could cry
Stuck in Folsom Prison without you
Tiger by the tail, 'T' for Texas
Blue must be the color of the blues
Blue must be the color of the blues
