Dirt My Buddy My Pal (CHORDS) by I Can See Mountains
[Intro]~
~C ~C/B
~C ~G ~C ~C/B ~Am ~G
~C ~G ~C ~C/B ~Am ~G
[Verse]~
~F ~C ~Am
Look in the rearview. The grittiest street lights
~G
with freshly shaven counter parts
~F
Jumping continental flights. Are we awake?
~C
Are we dreaming? Are we all obsessed
~Am
With spoon-fed celebrities
~G
And southern rock guitar leads?
[Chorus]~
~C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
~F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
~C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
~F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[Interlude]~
~C ~C/B ~Am ~G ~F ~G ~C ~C/B ~Am
[Verse]~
~F
Black cat and your wishes in a handbag.
~G
I keep calling ‘cuz I want my fucking hat back.
~Am ~G
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.
~F
Cool breeze running through the attic
~G
Called back and all I got was static.
~Am ~G
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.
[Chorus]~
~C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
~F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
~C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
~F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[Outro]~
~F ~G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
~Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
~G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
~F ~G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
~Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
~G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
~F ~G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
~Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
~G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
~F ~G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
~Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
~G ~F
talking politics and the fall of Rome
~C ~C/B
~C ~G ~C ~C/B ~Am ~G
~C ~G ~C ~C/B ~Am ~G
[Verse]~
~F ~C ~Am
Look in the rearview. The grittiest street lights
~G
with freshly shaven counter parts
~F
Jumping continental flights. Are we awake?
~C
Are we dreaming? Are we all obsessed
~Am
With spoon-fed celebrities
~G
And southern rock guitar leads?
[Chorus]~
~C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
~F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
~C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
~F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[Interlude]~
~C ~C/B ~Am ~G ~F ~G ~C ~C/B ~Am
[Verse]~
~F
Black cat and your wishes in a handbag.
~G
I keep calling ‘cuz I want my fucking hat back.
~Am ~G
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.
~F
Cool breeze running through the attic
~G
Called back and all I got was static.
~Am ~G
I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes.
[Chorus]~
~C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
~F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
~C
I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air.
~F
We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.
[Outro]~
~F ~G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
~Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
~G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
~F ~G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
~Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
~G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
~F ~G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
~Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
~G
talking politics and the fall of Rome.
~F ~G
Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold.
~Am
Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide
~G ~F
talking politics and the fall of Rome
