Jm - Ver 2

Capo II Bm A I was an Indiana kid, gettin no one in my bed Em I had your sweet tunes to play Bm A I was staring at the map, feeling fire in my head Em I had your sweet tunes to play Bm A I was mean to my dad, cause I was mean to myself Em I had your sweet tunes to play Bm A Stealing smokes in my car, with the windows way down Em I had your sweet tunes to play I was sittin in the bath, cleaning off the ash But I had your sweet tunes to play And I hated all my friends, I wouldn?t let them in I had your sweet tunes to play On a long desert train, and a knife in my bag I had your sweet tunes to play Under the Market Street Bridge, burning one in my hand I had your sweet tunes to play Your sweet tunes to play Now it?s hard to hear you sing, the crow has lost its wings I got your sweet tunes to play I?m getting older every day, still making the same mistakes I got your sweet tunes to play Either get out or stay in, I won?t let these dark times win We got your sweet tuens to play Your sweet tunes to play Yeah