Tuning: Half-step Down!!

前奏:

| B | E | B | E | G#m | E | G#m | E F# |

Verse 1:               G#m So the ambulances came,                 C#m                     F# They took your pulse and packed up your things.                G#m And the papers read,            B                    F# Some boys forget what heartache brings.                         G#m And the pounding in the streets          C#m                F# Was your heart in four/four time.                  G#m And the taste of defeat     B         F#            E     F# Was never too far from your mind.

Chorus:       G#m           E                B               F# And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand,          G#m         E                    B       F#         I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis.           G#m                    E And in my head there’s all these classic cars,     B             F# And outlaw cowboy bands          G#m         E                    B        F# I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else.

Verse 2:            G#m So gravity came,               C#m                         F# And stole the temple that the school boys praised                        G#m, And the crowds shuffled in.                B                            F#                      G#m You’re getting drinks for the same boys who once bought you everything.                           C#m And the powder on the bar               F#                          G#m Was just this one time, the powder on the bar                B             F#          E    F# Was just this one night, and only to get by.

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Bridge: G#m                      E      F#     There were southern accents         G#m              E     F# On the radio as I drove home.        G#m And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet        E                       F#                   G#m It’s a pretty good song, maybe you know the rest…                    E      F# Maybe you know the rest.

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Outro:          G#m                 E When our boots they hit the ground, |             B                 F#    |G#m                 E                   B When our boots they hit the ground down from the clouds,             F#            They made a high and lonesome sound.