Back to You

Fiona: drums w/snare on, brush/hot rod

capo 3, play in A
It’s raining straight in my face and I’m losing my place in the lane
as the big rigs go by spitting mud in my face
and it’s all I can do just to hang on and pray
up ahead there’s a curve to the left and I’ll go to the right
and I’ll be home tonight and you’ll be there to meet me
and help me try to make some sense of my day

last night or last week or last month or last year
I’d never have thought I’d be coming back here
to the place that I should never have left in the first place at all
but this morning I woke in more ways than one
underpaid undervalued and under the gun
was the last night week month year of climbing that wall

had a lotta friends who were really great
took the shirt off my back and the food from my plate
but they left me an old mandolin and a song or two
gave a beat up car and an old guitar
and a mandolin I couldn’t play anyway
for this old road warrior that’s bringing me back to you

two iron lungs between my knees
all the leatherwork died of some horrid disease
and I’ll bet you a nickel ain’t no nickel left in that chrome
it’s ragged and ugly but it sure is fast
eating miles and bugs and oil and gas
and time on the road to the hills that we call home

up ahead there’s a curve to the left and I’ll go to the right
and I’ll be home tonight and you’ll be there to meet me
and help me try to make a little sense of my day

bass notes

P-F T-C
walkdown →
             Bb             A            Ab        G
It’s raining straight in my face and I’m losing my place in the
Eb          Bb          Eb          Bb
lane as the big rigs go by spitting mud in my 
F             C         F          C           Bb  F   F C
face and it’s all I can do just to hang on and pray
    Bb             A            Ab            G
up ahead there’s a curve to the left and I’ll go to the 
Eb             Bb        Eb               Bb
right and I’ll be home tonight and you’ll be there to 
F           C              F         C           Bb  F   Bb bump
meet me and help me try to make some sense of my day

last night or last week or last month or last year
I’d never have thought I’d be coming back here
to the place I should never have left in the first place at all
but this morning I woke in more ways than one
underpaid undervalued and under the gun
was the last night week month year of climbing that wall

had a lotta friends who were really great
took the shirt off my back and the food from my plate
but they left me an old mandolin and a song or two
gave a beat up car and an old guitar
and a mandolin I couldn’t play anyway
for this old road warrior that’s bringing me back to you

two iron lungs between my knees
all the leatherwork died of some horrid disease
and I’ll bet you a nickel ain’t no nickel left in that chrome
it’s ragged and ugly but it sure is fast
eating miles and bugs and oil and gas
and time on the road to the hills that we call home

up ahead there’s a curve to the left and I’ll go to the right
and I’ll be home tonight and you’ll be there to meet me
and help me try to make a little sense of my day
up ahead there’s a curve to the left and I’ll go to the right
and I’ll be home tonight and you’ll be there to meet me
and help me try to make a little sense of my day

walkdown →
    Bb                          Bb                      Eb
up ahead there’s a curve to the left and I’ll go to the right
                   Eb                           F
and I’ll be home tonight and you’ll be there to meet me
                   F                         Bb  F F C
and help me try to make a little sense of my day
    Bb             A            Ab            G
up ahead there’s a curve to the left and I’ll go to the 
Eb             Bb        Eb               Bb
right and I’ll be home tonight and you’ll be there to 
F           C              F         C           Bb  F   Bb
meet me and help me try to make some sense of my day