Dirt My Buddy My Pal chords

[INTRO]

[C] [C/B]

[C] [G] [C] [C/B] [Am] [G] (x2)

[VERSE]

[F]Look in the rearview.[C] The grittiest street l[Am]ights
with freshly shaven co[G]unter parts
Jumping continental f[F]lights. Are we awake?
Are we d[C]reaming? Are we all obsessed
With s[Am]poon-fed celebrities
And s[G]outhern rock guitar leads?

[CHORUS]

[C]I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
[F]We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[C]I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
[F]We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.

[INTERLUDE]

[C] [C/B] [Am] [G] [F] [G] [C] [C/B] [Am]

[VERSE]

[F]Black cat and your wishes in a handbag.
[G]I keep calling ‘cuz I want my fucking hat back.
[Am]I’m alive, I’ll just f[G]ight my eyes.
[F]Cool breeze running through the attic
[G]Called back and all I got was static.
[Am]I’m alive, I’ll just f[G]ight my eyes.

[CHORUS]

[C]I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
[F]We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[C]I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
[F]We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.

[OUTRO]

[F]Like a landlocked sailor with a h[G]eart of gold.
Will the boys be home? Or with some f[Am]oreign tour guide
talking p[G]olitics and the fall of Rome.
[F]Like a landlocked sailor with a h[G]eart of gold.
Will the boys be home? Or with some f[Am]oreign tour guide
talking p[G]olitics and the fall of Rome.
[F]Like a landlocked sailor with a h[G]eart of gold.
Will the boys be home? Or with some f[Am]oreign tour guide
talking p[G]olitics and the fall of Rome.
[F]Like a landlocked sailor with a h[G]eart of gold.
Will the boys be home? Or with some f[Am]oreign tour guide
talking p[G]olitics and the fall of Rome. [F]