Cleveland

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


[Verse 2]

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    E
The Cuyahoga River won't kill you no
 more.
     E
They cleaned it back in '74.
      A                            
Well, you might get sick but 
      E
welcome to Ohio.
         E
It's the state that makes one the 
president,
      E
where free pete rose is never dead.
    A                              
In '96, we shared an elevator back 
   E
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                   
We're gonna ride the rails up to 
       B
Manitoba.
             A       Am       E
Back to Nova Scotia.


[Bridge]

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


[Otro]

E F#m