written by Rodney Crowell
CAPO II
INTRO: G D C G D G
[C]She was a prom[G] queen, ta[D]kin' the world by storm
[C]I felt like Jam[G]es Dean, w[D]ith her on my arm
[C]The night was a f[G]ree ride, l[D]it by the moon
[C]I prayed from the i[G]nside, d[D]on't let it end soon
CHORUS:
It's fu[C]nny how the things we w[G]ant become the things we do[D]n't
In the long run
The [C]one that we let slip t[G]hru becomes the one love [D]true
When she's the gone one
[C]Oh, [G]oh, we're [D]never gon[Dsus2]na get[D] a[G]way
[C]Yeah,[G] yeah, from the[D] things that go bu[Dsus2]mp in t[D]he [G]day
The t[D]hings that go bump[Dsus2] in the[D] da[G]y
[G] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [G]
I've got a good friend, in love with the blues
He lives down the dark end, with nothin' to lose
Believing in sorrow, he's making the most
And maybe tomorrow, he can give up the ghost
CHORUS:
It's f[C]unny how the things we n[G]eed only make you b[D]leed
When the chips fall
The o[C]ne that made the world go 'r[G]ound just up and knocks ya d[D]own
With a phone call
It's [C]funny how the things we f[G]eel become the things we h[D]ear
When we're all alone
The t[C]hings that we don't under[G]stand get up and bite your ha[D]nd
Like a dog bone
[C]Oh, o[G]h, we're ne[D]ver gon[Dsus2]na get[D] a[G]way
[C]Yeah, y[G]eah, from the t[D]hings that go bum[Dsus2]p in t[D]he [G]day
[C]Oh, [G]oh, we're n[D]ever gon[Dsus2]na get [D]aw[G]ay
[C]Yeah, y[G]eah, from the t[D]hings that go bum[Dsus2]p in the[D] d[G]ay
[D]Things that go bum[Dsus2]p in th[D]e [G]day
The t[D]hings that go b[Dsus2]ump in th[D]e [G]day
OUTRO: C G D C G D G
CAPO II
INTRO: G D C G D G
[C]She was a prom[G] queen, ta[D]kin' the world by storm
[C]I felt like Jam[G]es Dean, w[D]ith her on my arm
[C]The night was a f[G]ree ride, l[D]it by the moon
[C]I prayed from the i[G]nside, d[D]on't let it end soon
CHORUS:
It's fu[C]nny how the things we w[G]ant become the things we do[D]n't
In the long run
The [C]one that we let slip t[G]hru becomes the one love [D]true
When she's the gone one
[C]Oh, [G]oh, we're [D]never gon[Dsus2]na get[D] a[G]way
[C]Yeah,[G] yeah, from the[D] things that go bu[Dsus2]mp in t[D]he [G]day
The t[D]hings that go bump[Dsus2] in the[D] da[G]y
[G] [C] [G] [D] [C] [G] [D] [G]
I've got a good friend, in love with the blues
He lives down the dark end, with nothin' to lose
Believing in sorrow, he's making the most
And maybe tomorrow, he can give up the ghost
CHORUS:
It's f[C]unny how the things we n[G]eed only make you b[D]leed
When the chips fall
The o[C]ne that made the world go 'r[G]ound just up and knocks ya d[D]own
With a phone call
It's [C]funny how the things we f[G]eel become the things we h[D]ear
When we're all alone
The t[C]hings that we don't under[G]stand get up and bite your ha[D]nd
Like a dog bone
[C]Oh, o[G]h, we're ne[D]ver gon[Dsus2]na get[D] a[G]way
[C]Yeah, y[G]eah, from the t[D]hings that go bum[Dsus2]p in t[D]he [G]day
[C]Oh, [G]oh, we're n[D]ever gon[Dsus2]na get [D]aw[G]ay
[C]Yeah, y[G]eah, from the t[D]hings that go bum[Dsus2]p in the[D] d[G]ay
[D]Things that go bum[Dsus2]p in th[D]e [G]day
The t[D]hings that go b[Dsus2]ump in th[D]e [G]day
OUTRO: C G D C G D G
