Chinatown Bus
Bishop AllenVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
I caught the bus in Chinatown
And slept the whole way up I-95
The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him alive and I
guess I believe his rhythm on that morning after New Year's Eve
And I remember Shanghai
How I wasn't sure just what was safe to eat
The chickens pecked and wandered at the barefeet of the children hawking
figurines of workers smiling
What's the Chinese word for cheese?
Watched a sidewalk butcher
His instinctive understanding made the carcass snap and clarify beneath his
nimble hand that held the knife so long, so many times, the handles' changed
to shapes just like his fingers and his palms
And I, I am a broken glass
Shards upon the floor
Won't hold nothing anymore
And I, I am a broken glass
Shards upon the floor
Won't hold nothing anymore
Anymore
It's 2AM in Tokyo
And still too soon to call back to the people who will soon begin the day I
polished off and I will walk a mile amidst the neon lights that advertise
but I don't know just what they sell
I tell the taxi driver
To the park, a higher tone
And his gloves his pristine white just like the girls I used to know would
wear to dance their first cotillion
Every single one of them named Jennifer
I clutched at the Saint Christopher
I picked up at some country abbey long ago when I believed he'd keep me safe
and make me happy but it seems the luck he brings is not the common currency
a penny in Japan
And I, I am a broken glass
Shards upon the floor
Won't hold nothing anymore
And I, I am a broken glass
Shards upon the floor
Won't hold nothing anymore
And I, I am a broken glass
Shards upon the floor
Won't hold nothing anymore
Anymore
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Readable chord sheet for Chinatown Bus by Bishop Allen
[C]I caught the bus in Chinatown And [Em]slept the whole way up I-9[F]5 The driver, cut and weaved so [Am]crazy, just his luck kept him al[D]ive and I guess I believe his [G]rhythm on that morning after [C]New Year's Eve And [C]I remember Shanghai How I w[Em]asn't sure just what was safe to [F]eat The chickens pecked and wandered [Am]at the barefeet of the children [D]hawking figurines of workers [G]smiling What's the Chinese [C]word for cheese? [C]Watched a sidewalk butcher His ins[Em]tinctive understanding made the [F]carcass snap and clarify ben[Am]eath his nimble hand that held the [D]knife so long, so many times, the [G]handles' changed to shapes just like his [C]fingers and his palms And [C]I, I am a [Em]broken glass [F]Shards upon the floor [Am]Won't hold nothing anymore And [C]I, I am a [Em]broken glass [F]Shards upon the floor [Am]Won't hold nothing anymore Any[C]more It's [C]2AM in Tokyo And s[Em]till too soon to call back to the [F]people who will soon begin the d[Am]ay I polished off and I will [D]walk a mile amidst the neon [G]lights that advertise but I don't [C]know just what they sell I [C]tell the taxi driver To the [Em]park, a higher tone And [F]his gloves his pristine white just like the [Am]girls I used to know would [D]wear to dance their first cotillion [G]Every single one of them named [C]Jennifer I [C]clutched at the Saint Christopher I [Em]picked up at some country abbey [F]long ago when I believed he'd [Am]keep me safe and make me happy [D]but it seems the luck he brings is [G]not the common currency a [C]penny in Japan And [C]I, I am a [Em]broken glass [F]Shards upon the floor [Am]Won't hold nothing anymore And [C]I, I am a [Em]broken glass [F]Shards upon the floor [Am]Won't hold nothing anymore And [C]I, I am a [Em]broken glass [F]Shards upon the floor [Am]Won't hold nothing anymore [C]Anymore