Lagwagon – A Feedbag Of Truckstop Poetry (Ukulele)

                  C       Am            F
I pull over for a feedbag, i thought of you,

          G              C           Am
it wasn't bad you had direction and drive

        F                  G
and you arrived at closing time

       C                    Am
to find they wiped down the bar

C                   Am   F                 G
and they built you a bed laid your head to rest

             Am   G       F
and left you try to true again

          C        Am          F
you maybe proud then as it was always wish

    G                C          Am
for thought i would imagine you off

              F        G
maybe i could see you again

             C               Am
we could sit down and have a moment

           C            Am
and talk about your suicide

            F             G
and i would put away your death

             Am  G         F
if you could put away the dope

F           G
and all our enemies,

     Am                   F
well there's no time for you to know them

F           G
any crooked mind disease

    Am              F                   
but hopeless fools they will be missing you

                 C        Am
I pulled over for nostalgia

             F    C        G
i thought of suffering the joke

        C                 Am
no one delivered the punchline

      F          G
no resolution is here

C                      Am
i couldn't sharpen the view

F                       G   F
and it's still drawn to you waiting

       G                Am
on the new but then this story

 F     C      G           C
has no end as we continue driving