Cross Country Blues

[Verso 1] A E Im too old for California C#m A Its all beach bums and barbed wire A E and Im halfway to Ohio C#m A Gonna set myself on fire A E I aint no good with money C#m A They gonna take me for all I got A E Suppose I could make a killin C#m A If I could be someone Im not [Verso 2] A E Im two days from crossing C#m A that old rundown railway bridge A E Just one dream from that diner C#m A we used to go to when we were kids A E Maybe I've got 2 weeks of heaven C#m A Or maybe 50 some odd years A E Well, I tried to dry-out in the desert C#m A But the desert couldn't dry these tears [Verso 3] A E My old man bought me a pistol C#m A Never taught me how to use it A Gave me a problem with the Bible too C#m A Now Im forced to face the music A E I dont wanna die on an island C#m A Not with my face down in the sand A E Cause we all book that one-way ticket C#m A Step off the plane and shake Peters hand [Refrão] A E Well a good stretch from New England C#m A But keep my seat at the Table warm A E If I buy another cup of coffee C#m A I just might make it to the coast my morn' A E If I break down in massachusetts C#m A I may never get back on the road A E So dont pick me up on that corner C#m A Im dead set on drivin alone A E Well a good stretch from New England C#m A But keep my seat at the Table warm A E If I buy another cup of coffee C#m A I just might make it to the coast my morn' A E If I break down in massachusetts C#m A I may never get back on the road A E So dont pick me up on that corner C#m A Im dead set on drivin alone