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Maybe I Should Drive

Trashcan Sinatras
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Strum
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

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