refreshments nada – aktaylor
F C F C
i see the lightning from the storm down in mexico
and i see my speedometer doesn’t work
i cross the desert and disappear into the tumbleweeds
i tip the bottle and bite the lime
F C F C
i hear the thunder from the storm down in mexico
and i leave the border far behind
i feel the dust coat my teeth and turn my sweat to mud
i tip the bottle and bite the lime
Am G F C
there ain’t no moral to this story at all
anything i tell you very well could be a lie
i’ve been away from the living , i don’t need to be forgiven
i’m just waiting for that cold black soul of mine
to come alive
( solo )
F C F C
i feel the wind blow from the storm down in mexico
gasoline for another hundred miles
i cross the river and leave my shoes up on the other side
i tip the bottle and bite the lime
Am G F C
there ain’t no moral to this story at all
anything i tell you very well could be a lie
been away from the living , i don’t need to be forgiven
i’m just waiting for that cold black sun – cracked soul of mine
to come alive
F C F C
come alive , yeah
F C F C
well , i feel the rain drops from the storm down in mexico
truck will go no further , out of gas
i walk through the desert past the lizard and rattlesnake
i tip the bottle and bite the lime
Am G F C
there ain’t no moral to this story at all
anything i tell you very well could be a lie
there ain’t no morals to these stories at all
and everything i tell you , you can bet will be a lie
i been away from the living , i don’t need to be forgiven
i’m just waiting for that cold black sun – cracked numb – inside soul of mine
to come alive
F C F C
come alive , come alive
come alive .
refreshments nada – aktaylor
F C F C
i see the lightning from the storm down in mexico
and i see my speedometer doesn’t work
i cross the desert and disappear into the tumbleweeds
i tip the bottle and bite the lime
F C F C
i hear the thunder from the storm down in mexico
and i leave the border far behind
i feel the dust coat my teeth and turn my sweat to mud
i tip the bottle and bite the lime
Am G F C
there ain’t no moral to this story at all
anything i tell you very well could be a lie
i’ve been away from the living , i don’t need to be forgiven
i’m just waiting for that cold black soul of mine
to come alive
( solo )
F C F C
i feel the wind blow from the storm down in mexico
gasoline for another hundred miles
i cross the river and leave my shoes up on the other side
i tip the bottle and bite the lime
Am G F C
there ain’t no moral to this story at all
anything i tell you very well could be a lie
been away from the living , i don’t need to be forgiven
i’m just waiting for that cold black sun – cracked soul of mine
to come alive
F C F C
come alive , yeah
F C F C
well , i feel the rain drops from the storm down in mexico
truck will go no further , out of gas
i walk through the desert past the lizard and rattlesnake
i tip the bottle and bite the lime
Am G F C
there ain’t no moral to this story at all
anything i tell you very well could be a lie
there ain’t no morals to these stories at all
and everything i tell you , you can bet will be a lie
i been away from the living , i don’t need to be forgiven
i’m just waiting for that cold black sun – cracked numb – inside soul of mine
to come alive
F C F C
come alive , come alive
come alive .
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