Tonalidad: E major
Verse 1
D
G
A
D
I was far from home and lost and lonely,
namelessly bouncing around.
Spent too much time
and money in this little
Georgia town.
G
And nothing lights a fire,
just like running out of cash.
D
Well, I had enough to buy a one
-way ticket back to
Nashville.
A
To a bed I know, owned by a friend
who's learned it the hard way.
D
If you invite me in for coffee,
G
I'll unpack my bag and stay
A
D
Just like poor
Blanche
Dubois, I've also come to put my faith in
The charity of strangers and
honest transportation
G
So I find myself aboard this silver
bullet budget bus
D
With that creepy guy in sunglasses
down the back looking sus
A
And that old woman with her
belongings in a busted plastic bag
And all the
D
Nicol team devotees marked
the time to take a drag
A
D
We'd only just left
Chattanooga town
and I thought it prudent
To sit beside this young and wholesome
graduating college student
G
She was pondering where best
to go to do her
PhD
D
She said she had two options,
Australia or
Italy
A
I said, well, that's a no -brainer,
you better come study with us
D
That's about the time we both
G
heard something hit the bus
A
D
I counted six loud popping thuds
that came in quick succession
A
G
F#
They went, that's my im pression
G
I innocently thought I'd kiss
just throwin' rocks for fun
D
But the guy sat up the back yelled,
Them be shots fired from a gun
A
And everyone stopped talkin'
And we all looked at each other
D
Not knowin' if to ride ourselves
G
a wheel or duck for cover
A
D
Then underneath the small explosion
The engine gave a hellish roar
Like when the stick slips outta
gear
And your foot's flat to the floor
G
Then the bus lost all control
And started swerving across the freeway
D
Just missed the concrete barrier
With about two metres leeway
A
I was seeing the gruesome shots
They'd use for the morning edition
D
Then someone be hind me moaned
We assumed the crash position
I did not know
G
That this was how
D
I was meant to go
F#
I said, oh my
God, please save my neck
G
A
Don't want to die in this burning wreck
D
The driver kept her nerve,
she had all our souls to save
She stopped short on the verge of
what might have been our grave
G
Now everybody's thrilled as if
they've just been in the movies
D
They're calling up their families saying,
guess what just happened to me
A
Within ten minutes flat,
soon as you heard the sirens wail,
D
We're hemmed all around by squad cars,
flashing like
Boxing
Day sale.
D
Friendly got on board,
took out his pad to take some names,
Patting the heads of children,
and flirting with the dames,
G
He said, tell me now if any of
you've come to any harm,
He had
John
D
Chapter 317 tattooed along his arm,
A
He said, you can go stretch your legs
now, you might be sitting for some time
D
So I jumped off with the smokers and
from there surveyed the crime
First shot it grazed off the flank,
the second barely missed the tank
G
The third shot went right through and
A
lodged into the toilet door
D
The fourth shot pierced the luggage lock,
A
the fifth shot struck the engine block
Then the six shot popped the tire
and then it shredded to the core
D
After a while little bits of
the story filtered through
The shooter had been local and
the cops they now knew who
G
He was supposed to join the bus
back at the
Chattanooga station
D
He was late and tried to wave the driver
down but she's impatient
A
She's bent to her position
and a timetable to honour
D
So he tailed us to the freeway,
let the bullets rain upon us
God, how close we've come
G
D
To marching towards your kingdom drum
F#
I say, oh my
God, how close we've been
G
A
D
G
To staring down eternity
D
A
D
When the last cop pulled away,
we had been stuck out there for hours
It didn't take too long till the
collective mood, it sours
G
See my student friend,
she's wailing that she's now gonna be late
D
She's gonna have to call ahead,
cancel tonight's date
A
I said, feel lucky you're not dead,
you're really giving me the blues
D
And the next day safe in
Nashville, it didn't even make the news
A
D
In the history of
America, it was just another day
Now I'm made into that warm bed,
in there all day I'll stay
G
So if you ever find yourself
riding the bus from
Chattanooga
D
Keep your eyes open for pockets
with an outline like a luger
A
So what worries me the most
is that it's difficult to tell
D
If you should fear those who have missed
the bus or them who's punctual
you
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