Just Another American Folk Song

G Em G Em F# Dsus4/F# 3 - - - 3 - - 3 3 - - 3 3 - - 3 3 - - - 3 - - 3 3 - - 3 3 - - 3 0 - - - 0 - - 2 0 - - 2 0 - - 2 0 - - - 2 - - 0 0 - - 0 2 - - 0 2 - - - 2 - - 0 2 - - 0 2 - - 0 3 - - 2 0 - - 2 3 - - 2 0 - - 2 G D A The days are getting shorter, The wind has found her teeth. C I think I'm supposed to be somewhere back east. G D A C Now I drive alone with my mind fighting thoughts of this kind G D A And in the darkness of these naked empty streets C I'm free, to just breathe G D A She said I'm the king of random phone calls C I explained it's just this time of year G D A These awkward conversations, constant isolations C And this town is bringing me down G Em Just another American folk song G Cadd9 D Written for another American girl G Em Just another American dreamer G Cadd9 D G Just another Amer---i-can fall G D A So drop me a line, if you can find the time C I'd love to hear just where you'd ended up G D A This happiness rest at your door C Do you ever think about us anymore G Em Just another American folk song G Cadd9 D Written for another American girl G Em Just another American dreamer G Cadd9 D G Just another Amer----i-can fall G D A So bog down with this flesh and bone C I'm not supposed to feel quite this alone G D A Miss this clutter watch me stutter, step and fall C I haven't the strength to get back up G D A 'Cause I am empty floating loveless C Cut me and I bleed only dust G Em Just another American folk song G Cadd9 D Written for another American girl G Em Just another American dreamer G Cadd9 D G Just another Amer---i-can fall