Roadsigns Chords & Lyrics - Jeff Daniels

[INTRO]
[Am] [Asus4] [Am] [Am7] [Am] (x2)

[VERSE]
[Am]Two 5 year olds are fighting a gun [G]battle in the aisle.
Their [Fmaj7]mother’s been talkin’ about [G]refrigerators for 50 miles. [Fmaj7]Retired [G]bartender showing [C]phot[C/B]os of his [Am]bar.
[Em]The black girl’s wailing and bending our ears to the [Am]top ten tunes for the past ten years.
She’s [Fmaj7]going to Detroit to be a [G]star. She said, "[Am]Me and my [G]sister, [Fmaj7]strut our stuff. [G] [Am]
[Am]Those Motown [G]jivers they got [Fmaj7]nothing on us.”
I was singin[G]g [Am]my my my [G]my my my [Fmaj7]my.

[Am]The driver’s telling his life story to a [G]sympathetic aunt.
He’d like to [Fmaj]concentrate on the highway if he [G]can, but he can’t.
The [Fmaj7]grandma says "I was [G]married when I was [C]just [C/B]fifte[Am]en.” The [Em]boney recruit for Fort Leonard Wood,
for [Am]three hours straight’s been doing all he could to [Fmaj7]make a roly-poly bleach blonde named Arl[G]ene.
He said, "[Am]I’ll write to you if y[G]ou’ll write to me,” and then their [Fmaj7]hands disappeared past Kankakee. [G] [Am]
From the [Am]flailing around he was [G]finally getting off, [Fmaj7]I trust.
I was sayin[G]g [Am]my my my [G]my my my [Fmaj7]my.

[VERSE]
The [C]country slips [Em]by the [Fmaj7]window. [G]Misty morning will [Fmaj7]burn off by 8 o’[C]clock.
The [Am]thrashers are thrashing and them [G]reapers are reaping. [Fmaj7]Behind this blue-green glass we’re sleeping
past the [Am]cedars and houses and rivers and trailers and [Fmaj7]rock.

And does [Am]everybody [C]know what’s [G]going down when you [C]leave the [G]driving to [Am]Greyhound?

[Am]Our path is littered with lost street treads, [Fmaj7]abandoned houses and old iron beds.
[Am]Amber waves of golden rye, [Fmaj7]mobile homes and lumberyards.
[C]Tent worms eating [Em]up the trees and the [Am]motels with no [G]vacancies.
[Fmaj7]Factories making candy bars by the [Am]mile-high piles of rusty cars.
[C]No sign pointing [Em]the direction, [Am]snorting up our [G]nose confection. [Fmaj7]Smokestacks are the land’s erection and
the [Am]voters just ignore elections. [C]Pumping gas at every [Em]intersection, [Am]praying for our [G]next Tex-Mex [Fmaj7]connection.[G]

[VERSE]
The [C]country slides [Em]by the [Fmaj7]window. [G]Sun dies [Fmaj7]screaming purple and [C]gold.
The [Am]chimneys are stinking and the [G]towns are blinking. [Fmaj7]Inside this bus there ain’t nobody thinking
about the [Am]signs of caution: go slow, r[Fmaj7]adar patrol.

And does [Am]everybody [C]know what’s [G]going down, when you [C]leave the [G]driving to [Am]Greyhound?

[Am]Oh that preacher right behind me, he’s got a [G]bottle in his hand,
and he’s [Fmaj7]mumbling how all them roadsigns all point [G]straight to the promise land.
Through a [Fmaj7]diesel high, and a [G]neon buzz, we [C]chase that [C/B]setting [Am]sun.
And that [Em]black chick starts to sing so sweet. Her [Am]sister starts to tap her feet.
[Fmaj7]Preacher nods his head, starts to [G]hum. [Am]Grandma grins and the [G]driver smiles,
and we [Fmaj7]all sing along for the next 10 [G]miles. [Am]Guess we’re going [G]somewheres if we [Fmaj7]must.

We were singin[G]g [Am]my my my [G]my my my [Fmaj7]my. (x4)
Yeah, we were singing [Am]my my my [G]my my my [Fmaj7]my. (x3)

[C] And does [Am]everybody [C]know what’s [G]going down, when you [C]leave the [G]driving to [Am]Greyhound?