Trucks

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C F Am


[Verse 1]
C         F     Am
Every morning, fighting through a 
coma
C          F      Am
Each affliction carries its misnomer
C       F    Am           F
Trucks roll loud into the port
C    F        Am            F
They go where I could never know

[Verse 2]
C            F         Am
My toes are freezing, cold cuts 
through the Persian
C        F         Am
Rug I've stolen, Dad thinks that 
I've borrowed
C  F     Am              F
He gives more than I can pay back
C       F        Am            F
Twenty-two, I'll never pay him back

[Chorus]
     C                          
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table 
              F
filled with dead moths
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                                C
Floating in the rainwater with pill 
bags
It's winter, south of the river 
    F
without a job
Oh, I don't see it getting any 
 C
better

[Instrumental]
C F

[Instrumental II]
C

[Verse 2]
C      F       Am
Empty bottles, if not for the burnt 
butts
C      F       Am
Falling over, wind in from the coast
 cuts
C         F     Am           F
Hard and sharp, messes up my hair
C      F       Am           F
Leaves fall, peppering the air

[Chorus]
     C                          
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table 
              F
filled with dead moths
                                C
Floating in the rainwater with pill 
bags
It's winter, south of the river 
    F
without a job
Oh, I don't see it getting any 
 C
better
Oh, I don't see it getting any 
 F
better

[Instrumental Break]
C F Am
C F Am
Am Am Am


[Chorus]
     C                          
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table 
              F
filled with dead moths
                                C
Floating in the rainwater with pill 
bags
It's winter, south of the river 
    F
without a job
Oh, I don't see it getting any 
 C
better