The Dashboard

[A] [D] [G]
W[D]e laughed and joked in the cab of his tr[G]uck
J[D]ust my brother and me     [G]
T[D]he night before he shipped out ove[G]rseas
A[D] leatherneck, jarhead ma[G]rine
He said the ra[A]diator leaks and the ti[G]ming belt is worn
But the [A]heart and soul of this old beat-up tr[G]uck,     [A]
Is t[D]he Dashboard

I[D]t's seen a lot of tan legs,
Got a kick ass [G]radio,
Heard a lot of [A]singing along to some country songs and [G]rock & roll,
G[D]ot a .38 bullet hole, courtesy of Kate [G]Tillman's dad,
A lot of [A]scotch tape marks from holding timeless [G]photographs
He said if [A]I don't come back, you can have[G] this Ford
Just tape a[A] picture of me on the [D]dashboard

H[A]e said the paint is peeling off,
I[G]t's got dents in both the doors
I[A]f something happens to me,
Don't hang a for sale [G]sign above the [D]dashboard

I[D] had the engine overhauled,
A paint job and b[G]rand new chrome,
I had her [A]washed and waxed,
Sitting in the drive the [G]day he came home
I[A] said here's your keys, [G]she's all yours
I[A] fixed everything, [D]but the dashboard