E
I walked through Cleveland till my feet were black.
        E                                        A                               E
It only took ten minutes then I was back in this hotel room trying to write this song.
        E
I met a little white man, he said he played guitar.
    E                                           A                                    E
His wife's in jail and that broke my heart the stories you hear when you'd rather be alone


[Chorus]

A
Roller coastin's what I do for fun.
  Am
I buy two seats but I only use one.
    E                        B
The other I keep safe for my old girl.
A
She gets out by labour day,
    Am
and when she does, we're going away.
            E                          B
We're gonna ride the rails back to Oklahoma.
            A       Am       E
Back to Oklahoma.


[Verse 2]

    E
The Cuyahoga River won't kill you no more.
     E
They cleaned it back in '74.
      A                                  E
Well, you might get sick but welcome to Ohio.
         E
It's the state that makes one the president,
      E
where free pete rose is never dead.
    A                                 E
In '96, we shared an elevator back in Cinci.


[Chorus]

A
Roller coastin's what I do for fun.
  Am
I buy two seats but I only use one.
    E                        B
The other I keep safe for my old girl.
A
She gets out by labour day,
    Am
and when she does, we're going away.
            E                          B
We're gonna ride the rails up to Manitoba.
             A       Am       E
Back to Nova Scotia.


[Bridge]

E                                   F#m
Lond days they stick, long days are tall.
                                             E
Long days in grey skies make sad folks of us all
E                                   F#m
Lond days they stick, long days are tall.
                                             E
Long days in grey skies make sad folks of us all
E                                   F#m
Lond days they stick, long days are tall.
                                             E
Long days in grey skies make sad folks of us all
E                                   F#m
Lond days they stick, long days are tall.
                                             E
Long days in grey skies make sad folks of us all


[Otro]

E F#m