Me And John R - Ver 2

Am Ain’t it funny how a man can pack everything in a duffle bag G At least everything that means, something to ya Am Leather coat and black guitar in the backseat of your car G F A ring of fire and goodbyes burning through ya G E7 It seems like hell but sings like hallelujah F Me and John R got nothing to lose C Am But a thousand miles of thumbin and two weeks of union dues F Lord knows my heart ain’t all that’s broke C Am And the only cash I’m gonna find’s on the am radio F Em Am7 Rolling down the highway singin Folsom Prison Blues F G Me and John R got nothin to lose Am Counting crows on the powerlines, times moves on but it don’t fly G And love gone wrong don’t know which way to turn Am Flipped a coin and I headed west, where I’ll stop is anyone’s guess G F Put Jesus on the dash and chase the sun, G E7 She don’t care but I still miss someone F Me and John R got nothing to lose C Am But the address where we live and the love that she refused F Lord knows my heart ain’t all that’s broke C Am And the only cash I’m gonna find’s on the am radio F Em Am7 Rolling down the highway singing Folsom prison blues F G Me and John R got nothin to lose