France(Chords)

	        

GHOST MICE: EUROPE 

'France' 

G - Am - C - Am  
G - Am - C - Am  
G - Am - C - Am  
G - Am - C - Am  

G                  Am 
Paris isn't that romantic 
C                     Am 
If you don't have any money 
G                     Am 
Those cafés aren't so cute to walk by 
C           Am 
When you're hungry 


G                     Am 
Our campground on the outskirts of town 
    C                      Am 
Was all we could afford to do 
   G                            Am 
We were so sick of bein' in the big cities 
    C                  Am 
And this one seemed so rude, rude, rude 


G                      Am 
We mailed home all our huge rolls of film 
            G                       Am 
And all the change that we couldn't use 
   G                              Am   
We bumped into some girls that we knew from Texas 
        G                    Am 
Saw the Mona Lisa, her smile seemed so cruel 


       Am 
And we used our last ticket to take the train 
     C  
To a boat on the coast that would take us away 
     G 
To a place that we hoped 
                        F 
Would be the end of our sorrows 


        Am 
When we got there we were way too late 
          C 
There was no way we could leave that day 
         G      
We would have to find a place to stay 
    F 
And try again tomorrow 


Am 
We found a secret place to crash 
     C 
In a bush by the docks 

That was filled with trash 
   G                                 F 
We cleared a spot and we called it a day 


      Am      
And I wished that I brought my guitar 
     C 
As I looked through the bush 

Up at the stars 
G                                  F 
Fell asleep and got woke up by the rain 


   C                           G 
We waited on the porch for the doors to open 
       Am 
And we asked the guy if there was any reason hopin' 
   C                 G 
He said, 'Don't give up, 
           Am             
Cross your fingers, wish for luck' 


     C                            G 
So I cast my spells and I made my curses 
Am  
Wishin' that a truck would get stuck 
         C                   G 
And then we could take their place, 
                      Am 
And leave France that day.