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verse 1 D There was a wayward lad, stepped out one morning D The ground to be his bed, the sky his awning verse 2 D G Neon, neon, neon A D A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field G Cows surround so you lean on, lean on A D So much your hugs become hold ons D Dsus2 D5 Oh these three worn words Em Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper A A/G F#m Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona N.C. D D/C# D/B D/A G F#m Em I just want to love you in my own language Instrumental: D D/C# D/B D/A G F#m Em verse 3 F#m E D Well that smell of sex, good like burning wood Bm A D The wayward lad lay claim F#m E D To two thirsty girls from Hornsea Bm A D Who left a note when morning came Bridge F#m E D Girls from the pool say 'hi' (hi) Bm A D The road erodes at five feet per year along England's east coastline F#m E D Was this your first time? Bm A D Love is just a button we pressed last night by the campfire D Dsus2 D5 Oh these three worn words Em Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper A A/G F#m Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona D D/C# D/B D/A G F#m Em I just want to love you in my own language
D Dsus2 D5 Oh these three worn words Em Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper A A/G F#m Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona N.C. D D/C# D/B D/A G F#m Em I just want to love you in my own language
D Dsus2 D5 Oh these three worn words Em Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper A A/G F#m Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona D D/C# D/B D/A G F#m Em I just want to love you in my own language
Written by Thom Green/Joe Newman/Gus Unger-Hamilton
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