Dark Sedan

N.C. I must've forgot how the night was coming - N.C. Acoustic guitar, politely strumming N.C. Packs up strings and takes to thumbing N.C. A D A Dark Sedan pulls up on the shoulder and waits, waits, waits... F#m E A D On a highway feeling low a motorcycle riding my ass F#m E A I think I will slow and let it pass F#m E A On a highway feeling low I'm diggin' up the past D F#m And reviewing some old crow bones E A I remember when I ate that bird long ago F#m E A On a highway feeling low to take off these blinders D F#m E A I have to steer with one knee, one knee F#m E A D On a highway feeling low a motorcycle riding my ass F#m E I think I will slow A F#m E A D E A F#m E A On a highway feeling low to take off these blinders D F#m E A I have to steer with one knee, one knee F#m E A On a highway feeling low I'm diggin' up the past D F#m And reviewing some old crow bones E A I remember when I ate that bird long ago F#m E A D On a highway feeling low a motorcycle riding my ass F#m E A I think I will slow and let it pass A F#m E A F#m E A