Thunderbird
John HiattVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder
Don't say a word
We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird
There's a burial ground
Beneath a cattle herd
Mr. Henry Ford's building me a Thunderbird
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder
Don't say a word
We'll cut across the country in my Thunderbird
We're from Pennsylvania
Welsh men of words
My daddy drove a Desoto
I drive a Thunderbird
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
She's the voice of the future
Baby, have you heard
Tomorrow's taken wing on my Thunderbird
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder
Don't say a word
We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird
Got electric windows
Tilt away wheel
Slide across the bucket seat
For that sexy leather feel of
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder
Don't say a word
We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird
From the old Volkswagen
Back to the Model T
A lot of men died
Just so you could ride with me in
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
She drives like a dream
Baby rest assured
It don't get any better than a Thunderbird
My daddy was a salesman
My brother was too
I would sell anything
Just to try to stay with you
But not my Thunderbird
No not my Thunderbird
Willy Loman's saying something
I can't hear a word
I'm going too fast in my Thunderbird
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Readable chord sheet for Thunderbird by John Hiatt
[Am]My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your [Fmaj7]head on my [C]shoulder [Fmaj7]Don't say a [C]word We'll [Fmaj7]cut across [C]town in my [G]Thunder[Am]bird [Am]There's a burial ground Beneath a [C]cattle [Fmaj7]herd Mr. Henry Ford's [C]building me a [G]Thunder[Am]bird My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder Don't say a word We'll cut across the country in my Thunderbird We're from Pennsylvania Welsh men of words My daddy drove a Desoto I drive a Thunderbird My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird She's the voice of the future Baby, have you heard Tomorrow's taken wing on my Thunderbird My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder Don't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird Got electric windows Tilt away wheel Slide across the bucket seat For that sexy leather feel of My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder Don't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird From the old Volkswagen Back to the Model T A lot of men died Just so you could ride with me in My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird She drives like a dream Baby rest assured It don't get any better than a Thunderbird My daddy was a salesman My brother was too I would sell anything Just to try to stay with you But not my Thunderbird No not my Thunderbird Willy Loman's saying something I can't hear a word I'm going too fast in my Thunderbird