Tops Of The Trees

Bm Gbm I got sixteen bounties on this forehead of mine, Bm Gbm There's no chance I'm waiting so I might as well try, Bm Gbm That big red sun is about to go down, E D Well I guess it's high time I got the f**k out of town, Bm D Gbm Need to find a place where I can rest and be kind, Bm D Gbm Got too much lager stuck behind my eyes, Bm D Gbm Need to find a place in the middle of beyond, E D Well I tell you little angel, you'll never know I'm gone. Gbm A Bm And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green, D And the river sighs softly to her, Gbm A Bm Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again, D And the city cries softly to her. Bm D Gbm Every day people are trying to find, Bm D Gbm Their perfect train to get them where they're going on time, Bm D Gbm For me, that's the hardest thing I've ever known, E D So watch for me walking down that big open road, Bm D Gbm If I don't pay attention I'll be a slave to my mind, Bm D Gbm Don't need to wait for all my stars to align, Bm D Gbm The silver dollar moon is the same as mine, E D She wants to hear it speak, but I just let it shine. Gbm A Bm And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green, D And the river sighs softly to her, Gbm A Bm Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again, D And the city cries softly to her. A F D Well, sometimes you got to break from this world, A F D Sometimes a pretty girl does enough, Pretty girl. Gbm A Bm And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green, D And the river sighs softly to her, Gbm A Bm Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again, D And the city cries softly to her.