| C# | C#maj7 | Bbm | C#/Ab | F# | | Let us be | lovers, we’ll | marry our | fortunes tog | ether |
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| C# | C#maj7 | Bbm | | I’ve got some | real-estate | here in my bag |
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| Fm | Bb7 | Fm | Bb7 | | So we bought a pack of | cigaretts, and | Mrs. Wagner | pies |
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| Fm | Eb | C# | Fm | C# | C#maj7 | Bbm | C#/Ab | F# | | And | walked | off to | look for | Am | erica | | | |
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| C# | C#maj7 | Bbm | C#/Ab | F# | | Kathy I | said as we | boarded the | Greyhound in | Pittsburg |
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| C# | C#maj7 | Bbm | | Michigan | seems like a | dream to me now |
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| Fm | | It took me four days to hitch-hike from Saginaw |
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| Eb | Fm | Eb | C# | C#maj7 | | I’ve | come to l | ook for | Americ | a |
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| | | F# | C# | | | Laughing on the | bus, playing games with the faces | |
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| | | F# | C# | | | She said the man | in the gaberdine suit was a spy | |
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| | | F# | C# | C#maj7 | Bbm | C#/Ab | F# | | | I said be carefu | l his bowtie is really a | camera | | | | |
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| C# | C#maj7 | Bbm | C#/Ab | F# | | Toss me a | cigarette | I think there’s | one in my | raincoat |
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| C# | C#maj7 | Bbm | | We smoked the | last one an | hour ago |
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| Fm | Bb7 | Fm | Bb7 | | So I looked at the | scenery, and | she read her maga | zine |
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| Eb | C# | Fm | C# | C#maj7 | Bbm | C#/Ab | F# | | And the | moon | rose | over an | open | field | | | |
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| C# | C#maj7 | Bbm | C#/Ab | F# | | Kathy I’m | lost, I | said, though I | knew she was | sleeping |
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| C# | C#maj7 | Bbm | | I’m | empty and | aching and | I don’t know why |
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| Fm | | Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike |
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| Eb | Fm | Eb | C#maj7 | C# | | They’ve | all | gone to | look for | Americ | a |
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