the wonder years – the devil in my bloodstream
key – C#
C#
we wiped out all the buffalo
A#m
around the turn of the last century ,
F#
and so it’s factories and sawgrass ,
G#
wheat fields and asphalt laid in front of me .
C#
the midwest feels like a hollow place
A#m
that we filled with love and industry .
F#
and we’re staring at the frozen ground in goodwill suits ,
G#
silent as the pastor reads the eulogy .
F# G# A#m G# F#
well i wanted to see just a little bit of everything .
G#
let me be .
C# F#
two blackbirds on a highway sign
A#m G#
are laughing at me at four in the morning .
C# F#
they played the war drum out of time
A#m G#
so i’m not sure where i’ve been marching .
A#m F#
i wanna be strong , but it’s not easy anymore .
C# G# F#
i’m hoping i’m wrong .
C#
it’s sixteen hours straight to home
A#m
from the heart of north missouri ,
F#
and so i searched through my great – grandpop’s memoirs
G#
for the devil in my bloodstream .
C#
depression grabbed his throat
A#m
and choked the life out of him slowly .
F#
i’ve got the same blood coursing through my veins
G#
and it’ll come for me eventually .
C#
i bet i’d be a fxxking coward .
A#m
i bet i’d never have the guts for war ,
F#
’cause i can’t spend another month away from here .
G#
these frantic rest stop phone calls don’t get answered anymore .
F# G# A#m G# F#
but i , i wanted to know if i could please come home .
G#
so let me know .
C# F#
two blackbirds on a highway sign
A#m G#
are laughing at me at four in the morning .
C# F#
they played the war drum out of time
A#m G#
so i’m not sure where i’ve been marching .
A#m C# F#
i wanna be strong , but it’s not easy anymore .
C# G# F#
i’m hoping i’m wrong .
C# G# F#
i’m hoping i’m wrong .
C# G# F#
C# F#
two blackbirds on a highway sign
A#m G#
are laughing at me at four in the morning
C# F#
they played the war drum out of time
A#m G#
so i’m not sure where i’ve been marching .
A#m C# F#
i wanna be strong .
C# G# F#
i wanna be strong , but it’s not easy anymore .
the wonder years – the devil in my bloodstream
key – C#
C#
we wiped out all the buffalo
A#m
around the turn of the last century ,
F#
and so it’s factories and sawgrass ,
G#
wheat fields and asphalt laid in front of me .
C#
the midwest feels like a hollow place
A#m
that we filled with love and industry .
F#
and we’re staring at the frozen ground in goodwill suits ,
G#
silent as the pastor reads the eulogy .
F# G# A#m G# F#
well i wanted to see just a little bit of everything .
G#
let me be .
C# F#
two blackbirds on a highway sign
A#m G#
are laughing at me at four in the morning .
C# F#
they played the war drum out of time
A#m G#
so i’m not sure where i’ve been marching .
A#m F#
i wanna be strong , but it’s not easy anymore .
C# G# F#
i’m hoping i’m wrong .
C#
it’s sixteen hours straight to home
A#m
from the heart of north missouri ,
F#
and so i searched through my great – grandpop’s memoirs
G#
for the devil in my bloodstream .
C#
depression grabbed his throat
A#m
and choked the life out of him slowly .
F#
i’ve got the same blood coursing through my veins
G#
and it’ll come for me eventually .
C#
i bet i’d be a fxxking coward .
A#m
i bet i’d never have the guts for war ,
F#
’cause i can’t spend another month away from here .
G#
these frantic rest stop phone calls don’t get answered anymore .
F# G# A#m G# F#
but i , i wanted to know if i could please come home .
G#
so let me know .
C# F#
two blackbirds on a highway sign
A#m G#
are laughing at me at four in the morning .
C# F#
they played the war drum out of time
A#m G#
so i’m not sure where i’ve been marching .
A#m C# F#
i wanna be strong , but it’s not easy anymore .
C# G# F#
i’m hoping i’m wrong .
C# G# F#
i’m hoping i’m wrong .
C# G# F#
C# F#
two blackbirds on a highway sign
A#m G#
are laughing at me at four in the morning
C# F#
they played the war drum out of time
A#m G#
so i’m not sure where i’ve been marching .
A#m C# F#
i wanna be strong .
C# G# F#
i wanna be strong , but it’s not easy anymore .
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