Standard Tuning

[Intro]
                                           


[Verse]
             
Watching paint

             
ed lines fly b

            
y Driving west

     
ward late at n

ight
             
And every one 

             
I get to Is an

            
other left beh

     
ind
             
Until I watch 

             
the night grow

            
 early Right b

     
efore my weary

 eyes
             
That sun must 

             
be hungover Ca

            
use it's strug

     
gling to rise
             
Luck has a way

              
 of changing B

  
ut I don't hav

e time to wait
             
So I dream abo

             
ut the cold an

           
d that old Del

   
ta 88


             
Some faces hav

             
e a history So

            
me just have a

     
 past
             
Where you happ

             
en to pull ove

            
r When you're 

     
running out of

 gas
             
This place was

             
 founded where

            
 an angel Was 

     
said to have s

et down
             
Put they got h

             
im tarred and 

            
feathered And 

     
they run him o

ut of town
             
I got half a m

              
ind to chase h

            
im And the oth

     
er half to sta

y
             
While I dream 

             
about the cold

           
 and that old 

      
Delta 88

[Bridge]
           
Where can I fi

             
nd some piece 

      
of earth
              
Some stone unt

       
urned not burn

ed down
             
I keep looking

        
 around but al

l I see

Are strip mall

s and worn out

 memories


             
I keep a pictu

             
re of a river 

            
By what used t

     
o be a store
             
And a broken d

             
own theater Th

            
at no one goes

     
 to anymore
             
Since the canv

             
assing of snow

            
 Was drawn int

     
o the flood
             
And our waterc

             
olor ghost tow

            
n Was left pai

     
nted in mud
             
I got a pocket

              
 full of memor

            
iesIt's got me

     
 limping from 

the weight
             
While I dream 

             
about the cold

           
 and that old 

       
Delta 88

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