John Hiatt – Buffalo River Home (Guitar)

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I've been taking off & landing but this airport's closed

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and how much thicker this fog is gonna get ,God only knows

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Just when you think that you've got a grip,reality sneaks off and gives you the slip

E                   C#m     B    A          G#m       F#m
As if you ever knew what it was, takin' you down the line.

B                   E                                     A
Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters of the South running

                                E      B    C#m    B       A                  B
helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta  with no place to call your own.

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Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings, all along the paint was peeling

           E      B            C#m           A            G#m       F#m
down to an Indian blanket on a pony, with no rider in the flesh and bone

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Lookin' for his Buffalo river home.

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I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square

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Trying to fill up this hole in my soul, but nothing fits there

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Just when you think that you can let it rip you're pounding the pavement

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In your daddy's wing tips

E          B       C#m          B        A      G#m         F#m
As if you had someplace else to go, or a better way to get  there.

B                   E                                     A
Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters of the South running

                                E      B    C#m    B       A                  B
helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta  with no place to call your own.

          E                               A
Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings, all along the paint was peeling

           E      B            C#m           A            G#m       F#m
down to an Indian blanket on a pony, with no rider in the flesh and bone

                A             E     E   A   E    A     E
Lookin' for his Buffalo river home.

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Now there's only two things in life, but I forget what they are.

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It seems we're either hangin' on a moonbeam's coat tails ,or wishing on  stars.

A                                                E
Just when you think that you've been jipped, the bearded lady comes and

       F#     G     A           E           B          C#m            A        G#m  F#m
does a double back flip and you run off and join the circus, you just let that pony ride.

B                   E                                     A
Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters of the South running helter skelter

                 E    B    C#m    B       A                  B
Down through the Mississippi Delta  with no place to call your own.

          E                               A
Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings, all along the paint was peeling

           E      B            C#m           A            G#m       F#m
down to an Indian blanket on a pony, with no rider in the flesh and bone

                A             E     E   A   E    A     E
Lookin' for his Buffalo river home.

                A             E     E   A   E    A     E
Lookin' for his Buffalo river home.

                A             E     E   A   E    A     E
Lookin' for his Buffalo river home.