Souvenirs

SOUVENIRS (Gretchen Peters; recorded by Suzy Bogguss)
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[Actually in A; capo 2.]
[Each chord is half a measure.]
[G=320033, Gsus9=300233, 
G5/C=x30033, Gsus9/C=x30233.  
Actually, I could
 probably give these chords 
different names (e.g., I could have 
written
 Gsus9/C as Dsus4/C), but that's not
 important.  The fingerings are 
what's
 important.]

G   Gsus9   G   Gsus9   G5/C   
[intro]
Gsus9/C   G5/C   Gsus9/C

G   Gsus9   G   Gsus9   G5/C   
[intro]
Gsus9/C   G5/C   Gsus9/C


G  Gsus9        G    Gsus9    
   Set out like Kerouac       
G5/C  Gsus9/C   G5/C    Gsus9/C
      in  my  American car
G  Gsus9      G           Gsus9
   Carrying a dream and a road 
      G5/C  Gsus9/C      D   
map         deep in my American 
     D
heart
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G  Gsus9           G       
  Where's those mountain 
Gsus9     G5/C  Gsus9/C         
majesties,         where's those
G5/C      Gsus9/C
 waves of grain
G      Gsus9       G       
  Billboards from sea to 
Gsus9      G5/C  Gsus9/C   D   
shining sea,          man it 
        D
ain't the same

They got Mount Rushmore on a cup, 
everybody needs one of those
For a dollar more they'll fill it 
up, you can drink out of Lincoln's 
nose
They got the Hard Rock t-shirts, 
they got Elvis too
Sooner or later, mark my words, 
they're gonna get you

C       C          G/B       
   Well I've been searching 
G/B      D7sus4  D7sus4   D  D
for the promised land
          C     C     G/B   G/B  
But it's just another neon 
 Am7     Am7  D  D
come-on roadside stand
G  Gsus9      G          Gsus9 
   Little tin toys that fall 
     G5/C  Gsus9/C    G5/C      
apart,       that's all they got
Gsus9/C
 here
G    Gsus9         G       Gsus9
   I come all this way to find 
   G5/C  Gsus9/C     D   D
my heart, all I get is souvenirs

[repeat intro chords]

Baby I believed in you, I thought 
you believed in me
I thought we had a love that's true,
 not a close facsimile
Now I don't want your dime store 
ring, it turns my finger green
I don't want your dime store love, I
 want the real thing

Well I've been searching for the 
promised land
But it's just another neon come-on 
roadside stand
Little tin toys that fall apart, 
that's all we got here
I come all this way to find my 
heart, all I get is souvenirs