Something Tells It Not To

E G# E G# E G# Wheels on cement, shadows slope down E C#m7 C#m E F# I come from a city not far from this town C#m With only the road as a vision F# The moon over ____ and ____ prison E The wind is a kettle D#m E My heart, a drum E C#m7 C#m E F# The ____ gotta ______ just to know where it's from C#m When I met him at the junction F# With _____________ middle ache C#m You can't bite the hand that feeds you F# If he don't wanna shake E I'm going down D#m E I'm going down D#m E I'm going down E I'm going down