Spin Doctors – Bags Of Dirt (Guitar)

Am
The more things change

Dm
The more they stay the same

Am
And the more it rains

Em
The less I know

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Why do these foreign skies change the way home?

Am
Why do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own?

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Oh mama, I'm gonna roll

       C            F     Dm           Am
With a truckload of hurt (Truckload of hurt)

      C           F             D       Am
These wheels have rolled across I don't know

C        F       Am
How many bags of dirt

Am                              Dm
Barefoot in the back of the van tossing an arcing empty soda can

Am                               Em
Long ways, long days, waitresses frayed and underpaid

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We were harried and waylaid,  We arrived in the evening

    Em
and not a moment too soon

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Finding the place it was, you may say, cool

C  F     D         Am
Oh mama, I'm gonna roll

       C            F     Dm           Am
With a truckload of hurt (Truckload of hurt)

      C           F             D       Am
These wheels have rolled across I don't know

C        F       Am
How many bags of dirt

Am                                         Dm
These sketches of an infinite architecture are ink and unconfirmed conjecture

  Am                               Em
A dream glimpse of the puppeteer's knuckle

Am                            Dm
A fragment of a fraction of a gesture

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And when the ghost whispers, I'll set down all I hear

  Dm                         Am         Em
A garbled, shorthand outline by a marionette in fear

C  F     D         Am
Oh mama, I'm gonna roll

       C            F     Dm           Am
With a truckload of hurt (Truckload of hurt)

      C           F             D       Am
These wheels have rolled across I don't know

C        F       Am
How many bags of dirt

C  F     D         Am
Oh mama, I'm gonna roll

       C            F     Dm           Am
With a truckload of hurt (Truckload of hurt)

      C           F             D       Am
These wheels have rolled across I don't know

C        F       Am
How many bags of dirt