From there first Album "Tonight at the Arizona" 2007
The first Song, Capo 0, Picking
1. Strophe
The [G]turbines [D]pound, your [C]plane touches down, the [C]captain [D]catches your [C]eye.
And [G]all the city [D]crows perched [C]high in rows on [C]wires [D]watch you walk [C]by.
Your [G]hair has [D]changed, your [C]rooms rearranged, and [C]someones been [D]sleeping
[C]inside.
And the [G]curtains [D]closed on [C]all your windows, to [C]block out the [D]fried chicken
[C]sign.
Ref.
Roll [G]on, [D]Arte roll [C]on. Your [C]hearts too [D]good for this [C]town.
Your [G]eyes c[D]ast through the [C]glass/ at my so sorry[D] mannequin[C] frown.
2. at my starry [D]American [C]frown.
3. at your so sorry [D]Marilyn f[C]rown. e[G]nd
2. Strophe
The [G]porter [D]sings [C]as he begins to clean up the [D]mess that weve [C]made.
The [G]Chrismas [D]trees are [C]cast on the street and [D]garbage trucks block Hoope
[C]Lane.
My [G]heads in [D]pain but I [C]cant complain cause my sweetheart [D]waits down the
[C]line.
And [G]in a w[D]hile well be in a [C]house by the sea, even if [D]just in my [C]mind.
3. Strophe
My [G]mouth aint [D]fed, my lips [C]aint cherry red and my grin might [D]show my bad
[C]teeth.
And [G]all the people [D]pass, they [C]give me a glance, as if Im some [D]lower-class
[C]thief.
But to [G]you Im [D]fine, am Im [C]in your mind even if [D]Im not [C]around.
And my [G]arms are [D]stronge and thats [C]where you belong, given the [D]love that
weve [C]found.
The first Song, Capo 0, Picking
1. Strophe
The [G]turbines [D]pound, your [C]plane touches down, the [C]captain [D]catches your [C]eye.
And [G]all the city [D]crows perched [C]high in rows on [C]wires [D]watch you walk [C]by.
Your [G]hair has [D]changed, your [C]rooms rearranged, and [C]someones been [D]sleeping
[C]inside.
And the [G]curtains [D]closed on [C]all your windows, to [C]block out the [D]fried chicken
[C]sign.
Ref.
Roll [G]on, [D]Arte roll [C]on. Your [C]hearts too [D]good for this [C]town.
Your [G]eyes c[D]ast through the [C]glass/ at my so sorry[D] mannequin[C] frown.
2. at my starry [D]American [C]frown.
3. at your so sorry [D]Marilyn f[C]rown. e[G]nd
2. Strophe
The [G]porter [D]sings [C]as he begins to clean up the [D]mess that weve [C]made.
The [G]Chrismas [D]trees are [C]cast on the street and [D]garbage trucks block Hoope
[C]Lane.
My [G]heads in [D]pain but I [C]cant complain cause my sweetheart [D]waits down the
[C]line.
And [G]in a w[D]hile well be in a [C]house by the sea, even if [D]just in my [C]mind.
3. Strophe
My [G]mouth aint [D]fed, my lips [C]aint cherry red and my grin might [D]show my bad
[C]teeth.
And [G]all the people [D]pass, they [C]give me a glance, as if Im some [D]lower-class
[C]thief.
But to [G]you Im [D]fine, am Im [C]in your mind even if [D]Im not [C]around.
And my [G]arms are [D]stronge and thats [C]where you belong, given the [D]love that
weve [C]found.
