Maybe I Should Drive
Trashcan SinatrasVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
I'm on a B road heading for the sea
To see if hands across the ocean
Shake or wave
Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers
I can see for miles
But all I do is watch the time
And the driver's hands
He harbours thoughts on personal grief
I said your hardship's
Only one of a fleet
That didn't go down well
Listen son if you'd spent
Your life in the last lane
You would have an accent to grind
Punch-drunk on patriotism
Blind-drunk on borderism
Maybe I should drive
And while you're castaway
The mice'll play
They'll have a license
To dull those left back home
What about those poor souls?
And as I jumped to these conclusions
He thumped his feet on the brakes
But we still hit a songwriter
Trudging through the rain
Scrambled out and watched him
Rest in pieces
Said a prayer and rifled
Through his pockets
But the side of his mouth
Still had something to say
At the toss of a coin
I end up head in the dirt
And tail in the air
Yet you can dance away
But be it friend of hard-up-man
=46ellow or kin
When the chips are down
They're down for good
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Readable chord sheet for Maybe I Should Drive by Trashcan Sinatras
[D] [G] [A] [D] [D]I'm on a B road heading for the sea [Em]To see if hands across the ocean Shake or w[A]ave [D] [D]Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers [Em]I can see for miles But all I do is watch the t[A]ime And the driver's ha[D]nds He harbours thoughts on personal grief I said your hardship's Only one of a fleet That didn't go down well L[D]isten son if y[A]ou'd spent Your l[Bm]ife in the last lane Y[A]ou would have an a[Em]ccent to g[D]rind[A] P[D]unch-drunk on p[A]atriotism B[Bm]lind-drunk on borderism Ma[A]ybe I should dri[D]ve [G] [A] [D] A[D]nd while you're castaway The mice'll play T[Em]hey'll have a license To dull those left back h[A]ome What about those poor so[D]uls? And as I j[Em]umped t[D]o these conclusions He th[Em]umped his fe[D]et on the brakes But we st[A]ill hit a songwriter Trudging through the rain [D] [G] [D] [G] [Em] [G] [D] Sc[A]rambled out and watched him Rest in pieces S[Bm]aid a prayer and rifled Through his po[E]ckets But the side of his mouth Still had something to s[A]ay At the t[D]oss of a coin I end up h[G]ead in the dirt And tail in the a[A]ir Yet you can dance aw[D]ay But b[G]e it friend of hard-up-m[Am]an =46ellow or kin When the ch[D]ips are down They're down for g[G]ood