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Verse Am7 So the ambulances came Dm G They took your pulse and packed up your things Am7 And the papers read C G Some boys forget what the heart it brings Am7 And the pounding in the street Dm G Was your heart in four four time Am7 And the taste of defeat C G F/E G/E Was was never too far from your mind Am F/E C G And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand Am F/E C G I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis Am F/E C G And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands Am F/E C G I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else Verse Am7 So gravity came Dm G And stole the temple that the schoolboys praised Am7 And the crowd shuffled in C You're getting drinks for the same boys G Am7 Who once bought you everything Dm And the patter on the bar G Was just this one time Am7 The patter on the bar C Was just this one night G F/E G/E Only to get by Am F/E C G And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand Am F/E C G I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis Am F/E C G And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands Am F/E C G I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else Bridge Am7 C G There were Southern accents Am7 C G On the radio As I drove home Am7 And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet C G It's a pretty good song Maybe you know the rest Am7 C G Maybe you know the rest Am F/E C G And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand Am F/E C G I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis Am F/E C G And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands Am F/E C G I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else Am F/E When our boots they hit the ground C G They made a high and lonesome sound 3x Am F/E When our boots they hit the ground C G Am They made a high a high and lonesome sound
Am F/E C G And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand Am F/E C G I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis Am F/E C G And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands Am F/E C G I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else
Am F/E C G And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand Am F/E C G I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis Am F/E C G And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands Am F/E C G I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else Am F/E When our boots they hit the ground C G They made a high and lonesome sound 3x Am F/E When our boots they hit the ground C G Am They made a high a high and lonesome sound
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