The Floating Men

Roll Down The Windows And Drive

The Floating Men

Guitar chords Easy level Easy
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G 
Where have all the dead heads gone 
 Am 
Shake your chains and rattle them bones 
       Am         Bm 
Cast aside thy satellite phones 
                C              G 
It's time for  Casey Jones to rise 
 

 
G 
I don't know where my manhood ends 
                  Am 
Or where my  manicured yard and my sports car begins 
            Am                      Bm 
Or whether ravenous greed is a deadlier sin 
        C                     G 
Than a shiftless and idle life 
Am                    D 
A  stone's throw closer to home 
       Bm                         Em 
We can ride around with the radio on 
        Am                           Bm 
We can stay and be slaves to our beepers and phones 
           C                             G 
Or we can  roll down the windows and drive 
 

 
 G 
I don't know what to wear anymore 
             Am 
I tried the gigantic jeans with the polka dot drawers 
            Am                      Bm 
It's kinda hard not to look like a dirty old dork 
           C 
Done up in satin and platform shoes 
 

 
G 
 I wouldn't mind bein' debonair 
            Am 
I wouldn't mind showin' off a little gray in my hair 
            Am                          Bm 
I wouldn't mind makin' younger women stumble and stare 
            C 
But I can't bear to wear a tie and a suit 
 

 
  Am               D 
A stone' throw closer to home 
        Bm                    Em 
We can ride around with the radio on 
        Am                        Bm 
We can stay and be slaves to our beepers and phones 
           C                           G 
And we can roll down the windows and drive 
 

 
G 
Modern love is drivin' me mad 
         Am 
I tried a  kindergarten marm and a charm school grad 
            Am                    Bm 
I've had a mopey little doped up Deb gone bad 
             C                             G 
I've had the Queen of the Damned and survived 
 

 
G 
All I need is a long slow ride 
        Am 
With a bowlegged cowgirl strapped on behind 
               Am          Bm 
Dust off your jeans and  shine up your hides 
          C                             G 
Slide your boots in my stirrups and grind 
 

 
Am               D 
  A stone's throw closer to home 
        Bm                        Em 
We can ride around with the radio on 
        Am                        Bm 
We can stay and be slaves to our beepers and phones 
            C                         G 
or we can  roll down the windows and drive 
 

Outro 
Am D Bm  Em Am Bm 
Cm G Am Bm Cm G
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