Highway 1
Foxboro Hot TubsVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
I´m on midnight dead trip
I'm on a mission from God.
A stolen car and a death wish.
To hell on Highway 1
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
I'm al--ive!!!
As the wind comes off the ocean.
And my hair is combed just right.
I'm in a stolen locomotion.
Straight out of 1965.
Chorus
So, pass the bottle, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my friends and a shark skin jacket.
Nothing to lose, gonna live it up 'til I die.
I'm alive, Whoo!!
Guitar Solo 4x verse theme
Well, on the night before the supper.
And I'm gonna smash the glass just right.
So, give me one good dose of thunder.
Before I fall on my ass tonight.
Chorus
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
I'm al--ive!!!
'mon!
Hahaha!
2x
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Readable chord sheet for Highway 1 by Foxboro Hot Tubs
[B] [D] [E] [A] [B] I´m on [A] midnight dead trip
I'm on a mission from God.
A stolen car and a death wish.
To hell on Highway 1
[E]Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
[E]I'm gonna fly til the tires can't fly no [B]more, C[B]'mon!
[E]I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too [F#]tight.
I'm a[G]l--i[A]ve!!!
As the [B]wind [D]comes [E]off [A]the [B]ocean.
And my hair is combed just right.
I'm in a stolen locomotion.
Straight out of 1965.
Chorus [E] [E] [B] [B] [E] [E] [F#] [G] [A]
So, pass the bottle, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my friends and a shark skin jacket.
Nothing to lose, gonna live it up 'til I die.
I'm alive, Whoo!!
Guitar Solo 4x verse theme [B] [D] [E] [A] [B]
Well, on the n[B]ight [D]be[E]fore [A]the [B]supper.
And I'm gonna smash the glass just right.
So, give me one good dose of thunder.
Before I fall on my ass tonight.
Chorus [E] [E] [B] [B] [E] [E] [F#] [G] [A]
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
I'm al--ive!!!
[B] [D] [E] [A] [B] [C]'mon!
[B] [D] [E] [A] [B] Hahaha!
2x [B] [D] [E] [A] [B]