The Gaslight Anthem – The Backseat (Ukulele)

           C                     G
In the backseats of burned out cars.

        Am              F
In the disenchantment lane.

          C               G             Am                     F
The ideal angels twist and turn, ask forgiveness for future mistakes.

           C                     G
But you and I we've been through this.

      Am            F
Maybe a 100 times before.

        C                  G
Always hitching rides with strangers.

      Am              F
Papa warned us about before

                C
But you know the summer always brought it.

     F
That wild and reckless breeze.

               C                                                F
And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room for our knees.

             Am                          G                 F
And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room to breathe.

            C           G            Am                      F
And in the wild desert sun, we drove straight on through the night.

            C           G                 Am         F
We rode a fever out of Austin, Dreamed of California nights.

       C                  G                Am                  F
Come July, we'll ride the Ferris Wheel, Go round and round and round.

           C            G               Am            F
And If you never let me go, well I will never let you down.

                 C            
But you know the summer always brought it.

     F
That wild and reckless breeze.

           C                                                     F
And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room for our knees.

           Am                             G                F
And in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room to breathe.

               Am                             G                F
And now in the backseat, we're just trying to find some room to breathe.

     Em                  F            G      G
And these cowboys all go crazy in the heat.

           Em                   F
Chasing the lights in all the girls

         G                     G                         C
Along the Santa Anna streets that they're just dying to meet.

(C)    F                     C          F
         It meant nothing to me.

             C         
You know the summer always brought it.

      F
That wild and reckless breeze.

           C                                                    F
And in the backseat we're just trying to find some room for our knees.

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