Backseat

B   E   B   E


[Verse]

B                                  
You were hiding in the backseat of 
E
my Lincoln
B                                 
Underneath a blanket with your 
       E
head against the door
B                            E
And I was already halfway through 
Ohio
B                                 
When I heard your soft voice 
                 E                 
singing to a song on the radio
F#m



[Interlude]

F#m   B   F#m   B
Mmmm...mmmmm


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[Verse]

B                               E
I crept out in the darkness of the 
morning
B                              
Past our sleeping father, a cold 
               E
cigar lying at his feet
B                                 
He was surrounded by his books 
        E
down in the parlor
B                                 
Filled with all the words that he 
                   E               
had wanted us to read and know - oh
     F#m
 oh oh


[Interlude]

F#m   B   F#m   B
Mmmmm...mmmmm


[Verse]

B                       E
But this is not an old American 
story
B                                 
About the rugged men who came out 
   E
from the east
B                               E
And I am not some outlaw from the 
Badlands
B                               E
Or a gambler running tables in New 
Orleans
B                          E
So I put you on a bus back to Boston
B                          E
With some money in your shoe for a 
meal
B                             E
And I turn my car in the other 
direction
B                                 
Just hoping that I hear a note 
  E                 F#m
from the backseat


[Otro]

F#m   B   F#  B
ohhh oh ohhh