Аккорды Lucinda Williams - Drivin' Down a Dead End Street

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
    D                         G
His momma ran off when he was just a kid
      A                        D
So he never really knew her at all
       D                      G
Just a picture of a girl in a sad blue dress
A                             D
Hanging beside the cross on a wall

[Verse 2]
    D                         G
His daddy used to drive those eighteen wheelers
       A                              D
Now he tries to follow, deep into the nights
              D                       G
He was always saying to his son, "You just no good"
        A                 D
"You'll never do anything right"

[Verse 3]
     D                              G
The screams and the bruises and the broken bottles
A                       D
Things, things he understood
     D                  G
From busted chairs to a broken heart
   A                      D
He got away as soon as he could

[Verse 4]
            D                        G
When he was just eighteen he got his very own gun
    A                                D
And shot a kid in a liquor store one night
       D                      G
He was all mixed up, he never understood why
       A                               D
He was only looking to prove his daddy right

[Chorus]
       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street
       G           A               D
He was never gonna get back on his feet
G         A           D     D/C#  Bm
Somewhere deep down inside, he    knew
       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 5]
         D                   G
He was a lonely boy from the wrong side of town
    A                   D
His momma never put him first
          D                       G
No matter what he did, it'd never be enough
       A                            D
He was hung out and strung out, the works

[Verse 6]
   D                       G
He learned to fight and he learned to run
       A                               D
And he learned how to take care of his blues
          D                  G
He didn't have a reason to believe in God
      A                         D
So he figured he had nothing to lose

[Chorus]
       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street
       G           A               D
He was never gonna get back on his feet
G         A           D     D/C#  Bm
Somewhere deep down inside, he    knew
       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street
       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street
       G           A               D
He was never gonna get back on his feet
G         A           D     D/C#  Bm
Somewhere deep down inside, he    knew
       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street
       G       A                D
He was drivin' down a dead end street

[Outro]
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