Song For Kelly Huckaby

Eb Ab Eb Ab Eb Ab Eb Ab Eb/G Eb/Bb Eb/C Ab Eb/G Eb/Bb Eb/C Ab Eb/G Eb/Bb Eb/C Ab Eb/G Eb/Bb Eb/C Ab Cm Eb Ab Photographs of the best time you had, Cm Eb Ab Windows smudged by the speed. Cm Eb Ab Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street, Cm Eb Ab As morning turned into California, Bb Fm Eb/G Eb/Bb Eb/C Ab And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette. Bb Fm Eb/G Eb/Bb Eb/C Ab Eb/G Eb/Bb Eb/C Ab Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past. Cm Eb Ab Cm Eb Ab Waking up to the sound of 5 AM. to take my turn at the wheel. Cm Eb Ab Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached Cm Eb Ab As the sun tortured California, Bb Fm Eb/G Eb/Bb Eb/C Ab And old alleys turned deep at the heart of me. Bb Fm Eb/G Eb/Bb Eb/C Ab Eb/G Eb/Bb Eb/C Ab Murals of heroes defacing the blank concrete. B-Section Eb/G Eb Bb Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat Eb/G Eb Bb lodged out as the engine wheezed. Eb/G Eb Bdim Still moving regardless of stable ground Ab Bb7 and this stable ground. Eb Ab Eb Ab Cm Eb Ab Photographs of the best time you had, Cm Eb Ab Windows smudged by the speed. Cm Eb Ab Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street, Cm Eb Ab As morning turned into California