Lead Paint And Salt Air

N.C. One, two, three One, two, three F C F C C/B Am F G C Down in Asbury Park In a sublet I'm renting F I got a new job Where I'm out painting houses Am The sun on my neck and some cash in my pocket G At least there's fresh air here C I watch families stroll by with their kids on vacation F Scrape decades of lead paint and salt air off porches Am Alone with my thoughts And a breeze off the ocean G And I smile for the first time this year G A B C D E F I walk alone C In the mist of the evening F C Under the glow of the Paramount sign C C/B Am F I watch the sky turn violent with light G On the fourth of July C I've been spending my nights in a dive off the boardwalk F A sad open mic I've been playing these damn songs Am They yell out for Springsteen, or Dylan, or Mitchell G But these, these are all that I've got G A B C D E F I walk alone C In the mist of the evening F C Under the glow of the Paramount sign C C/B Am F I watch the sky turn violent with light G On the fourth of July Em F I've picked up smoking again C G 'Cause I like how it makes all the days go by fast Em F Picked up smoking again C G 'Cause something's gonna k**l me some day Am So why not that? G I'm smoking again C 'Cause I like it G F Am Why can't I just like it? G A B C D E I'm smoking again F I walk alone C In the mist of the evening F C Under the glow of the Paramount sign C C/B Am F I watch the sky turn violent with light G On the fourth of July Am