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"You Can Sleep While I Drive"
written by Melissa Ethridge, copyright 1989 Almo Music Corp.
sung by Trisha Yearwood on her "Thinkin' About You" CD
transcribed and submitted by Bruce Winges
(original is in Dm; play slowly, deliberately)
Come on [Em]baby, let's get out of this [D]town
I got a [Em]full tank of gas, with the [D]top rolled down
There's [A]a chill in my bones, I don't want to[Bm] be left a[G]lone
So [Em]baby, you can [G]sleep while d[D]rive.
I'll pack my bag and load up my guitar
In my pocket I'll carry my harp
I got some money I saved, enough to get underway
And baby, you can sleep while I drive.
We'll go through Tucson up to Santa Fe
And Barbara in Nashville says we're welcome to stay
I'll buy you boots down in Texas, a hat from New Orleans
And in the morning you can tell me your dreams.
You know I've s[A]een it before
This mist that c[G]overs your [D]eyes
You've been l[A]ooking for something that's [G]not in your l[D]ife
My i[A]ntentions are true, won't you t[Bm]ake me with y[G]ou
And b[Em]aby, you can sl[G]eep while I [D]drive.
[Bm]Oh, [A]oh, [D]oh is it other arms you want to
[Bm]h--o-[A]-ld [D] you, the stranger,
the l[A]over, you're free
Bm G (pause)
Can't you get that with me?
Come on baby, let's get out of this town
I've got a full tank of gas, with the top rolled down
If you won't take me with you, I'll go before night is through
And baby, you can sleep while I drive.
-Bruce Winges (WingesB@AOL.com)
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"You Can Sleep While I Drive"
written by Melissa Ethridge, copyright 1989 Almo Music Corp.
sung by Trisha Yearwood on her "Thinkin' About You" CD
transcribed and submitted by Bruce Winges
(original is in Dm; play slowly, deliberately)
Come on [Em]baby, let's get out of this [D]town
I got a [Em]full tank of gas, with the [D]top rolled down
There's [A]a chill in my bones, I don't want to[Bm] be left a[G]lone
So [Em]baby, you can [G]sleep while d[D]rive.
I'll pack my bag and load up my guitar
In my pocket I'll carry my harp
I got some money I saved, enough to get underway
And baby, you can sleep while I drive.
We'll go through Tucson up to Santa Fe
And Barbara in Nashville says we're welcome to stay
I'll buy you boots down in Texas, a hat from New Orleans
And in the morning you can tell me your dreams.
You know I've s[A]een it before
This mist that c[G]overs your [D]eyes
You've been l[A]ooking for something that's [G]not in your l[D]ife
My i[A]ntentions are true, won't you t[Bm]ake me with y[G]ou
And b[Em]aby, you can sl[G]eep while I [D]drive.
[Bm]Oh, [A]oh, [D]oh is it other arms you want to
[Bm]h--o-[A]-ld [D] you, the stranger,
the l[A]over, you're free
Bm G (pause)
Can't you get that with me?
Come on baby, let's get out of this town
I've got a full tank of gas, with the top rolled down
If you won't take me with you, I'll go before night is through
And baby, you can sleep while I drive.
-Bruce Winges (WingesB@AOL.com)
