Yours Too

Intro 
Gm7/D    C/E    x2 

 
Gm7/D                              C/E                           Em9/D 
  I want the finer things in life, big black cars, and vintage wines 
                                      C/E              Em9/D 
And I wannaknowyou're along forthe ride, the whole ride 
                             C/E                               Em/D 
I wannaframe everything we do, in black and white, and sepia hue 
                                  C/E 
And I wanna hang 'em up in the halls of the home 
 

 
          Em9/D        Gm7/D       C/E 
It's all mine and yours, too 
 

 
Gm7/D                      C/E                             Gm7/D 
  I want baseball caps and sunglasses on Sunday afternoon 
                          C/E 
I wanna walk around like everybody knows us, but we don't want them to 
Gm7/D                C/E             Gm7/D 
   But we want them to, we want them to 
                   C/E 
Yeah, we want them to 
 

 
Em9/D          Am7                  C/E              G 
I'm sorry if I said somethin' that sounded like the truth 
       Dadd11       Am7           Cm7           G 
'Cause every step I take, takin' one away from you 
  Dadd11          Am7              Cm7         G 
I wanna hang the stars if you're gonna hang the moon 
        Dadd11         Am7       Cm7       Dadd11   Em9/D   C/E 
I wanna be lot of things, but I wanna be yours too, 
Em9/D 
Yours too 
 

 
Em9                           C                                Em7     Gm7 
You keep me grounded when I'm flyin', keep me honest when I'm lyin' 
                      C                             Gm7 
Dim myself when I get blinded by what's inside my mind 
                      C                                      Gm7 
I wanna take the pain from you, bottle it up, and put it to use 
                                 C 
Make something good from nothing new 
                            Gm7 D            C 
Comin' from me, comin' from you, comin' from you 
 

 
D             Am7                  C                G 
I'm sorry if I said somethin' that sounded like the truth 
       D           Am7           C             G 
'Cause every step I take, takin' one away from you 
  D              Am7              Cm7           G 
I wanna hang the stars if you're gonna hang the moon 
        D            Am7        Cm7           D 
I wanna be lot of things, but I wanna be yours-- 
 

 
D                              Cm7                                  D 
Passenger seat or driver's side, I'll let you pick which one feels right 
Em7                     C                             Em7 
  Talk it out, a couple miles, we can roll off on the shoulder 
                          C                                 Em7 
They got rest stops for a reason, pick up something to believe in 
                           C 
They all practice what I'm preaching 
 

 
Em7           Am7                  C                G 
I'm sorry if I said somethin' that sounded like the truth 
       D            Am7           Cm7           G 
'Cause every step I take, takin' one away from you 
  D               Am7              Cm7         G 
I wanna hang the stars if you're gonna hang the moon 
        D              Am7       Cm7       D        Em7 
I wanna be lot of things, but I wanna be yours too, yours too