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Tom: D
Intro: D  G


              D
                On our way, and so it seems, blooming flowers waltz be-fore me,
              G
                Rollin' numbers, passin' time, got to get out-side the city.
              D
                In the mornin', all will see, just how crazy young love can be,
              G
                On our own, away again, don't get down my darlin'.


                                  D
                Am gone tangle my face hair, a gone tickle your daughter,

                At three o'clock in the morning, they all cry to me,
                                              G
                I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry lipstick,

                Look outta your window, I'm on your street.


              D
                Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana,
              G
                Let's pull over, have us a choke, I love to watch you when your dancin'.
              D
                I wonder if they, ever dream, they would get just what we gave them,
              G
                All wrapped up in, bein' nineteen, chasin' stars that are fallin'.


                                  D
                Am gone tangle my face hair, gone tickle your daughter,

                At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me,
                                              G
                I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry lipstick,

                Look out your window, and that's where I'll be, C'Mon Caleb, Aoow!
                
                Solo: D  G


                B                             A
                And when that train heads home,
                                  D
                They' gone be so, gone gone you ain't never gonna see me no more,

                Gone gone you ain't nothin' to me,
             G                              A                         B
                And when they shine them streets, they only find our song


                D  G


                                  D
                Am gone tangle my face hair, a gone tickle your daughter,

                At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me,
                                              G
                I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry lipstick,

                Look out your window, and that's where I'll be
                                  D
                Am gone tangle my face hair, gone tickle your daughter,

                At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me,
                                              G
                I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, your cherry lipstick,

                Look outta your window, and that's where I'll be

                C'Mon Caleb, Caleb, Caleb, Caleb, Caleb



                              G
                I'm on your street, they all cry to me

                I'm on your street, they all cry to me
                              D
                I'm on your street, they all cry to me

                I'm on your street, they all cry to me
                           G
                I'm on your...

                              D
                I'm on your street, they all cry to me
                                                    D
                I'm on your street, they all cry to me