Carpenters – Dead Mans Curve (Guitar)

       E
The street was deserted late Friday night

         A
We were bugging each other while we sat out the light

    E
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green

      B
You should have heard the whine from my screaming machine

    E
I flew past La Bream down to Crescent Heights

    A
And all the Jag could see were my six taillights

    E
He passed me at Doheny and I started to swerve

       F#m                        B
But I pulled it out and there we were, at Deadman's curve

 E                                  D/F#
Deadman's Curve is no place to play

 G
Deadman's Curve

C
 Well, the last thing I remember, Doc., I started to swerve

Am
 And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve

F
 I know I'll never forget that horrible sight

Bb                     B
 I found out for myself that everyone was right

            C         A         B
Won't come back from Deadman's Curve

 E
Deadman's Curve is no place to play

 C#m
Deadman's Curve, you best keep away

 A
Deadman's Curve, I can hear them say

     B          C         A         B      E
You won't come back from Deadman's Curve