Lagwagon - A Feedbag Of Truckstop Poetry

D Bm G
i pull over for a feedbag , i thought of you ,
A D Bm
it wasn’t bad you had direction and drive
G A
and you arrived at closing time
D Bm
to find they wiped down the bar
D Bm G A
and they built you a bed laid your head to rest
Bm A G
and left you try to true again
D Bm G
you maybe proud then as it was always wish
A D Bm
for thought i would imagine you off
G A
maybe i could see you again
D Bm
we could sit down and have a moment
D Bm
and talk about your suicide
G A
and i would put away your death
Bm A G
if you could put away the dope
G A
and all our enemies ,
Bm G
well there’s no time for you to know them
G A
any crooked mind disease
Bm G
but hopeless fools they will be missing you
G G G G G G Bm Bm Bm A
G G G G G G Bm Bm Bm A
G G G G A A A

D Bm
i pulled over for nostalgia
G D A
i thought of suffering the joke
D Bm
no one delivered the punchline
G A
no resolution is here
D Bm
i couldn’t sharpen the view
G A G
and it’s still drawn to you waiting
A Bm
on the new but then this story
G D A D
has no end as we continue driving