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