Capo 2nd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
Sunday morning lying in my car
The roof's dash a warning, couldn't get too far
Seven drummers are marching in the rain
A latin lover couldn't feel the pain
A red Camaro will never get their fill
Of feeling freedom just west of Chapel Hill
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away
Crossed-eye and Husky are coming down the ridge
We're growing marijuana underneath the bridge
Shaky fingers stand up pointing at the coast
Folky singers with cold harmonica's
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away
Roll me over, tell me I'm alive
Shadow breathing right between the eyes
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone's gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, (blah blah blah)
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