Im Not Drivin Chords

Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

A

D

G

D

 >AFrom Boston to Southshore on Dthe back of the bus

 IGt's the last winter stormD of the season and such

 AAnd I'm lost to the fiction oDf the book in my lap

 TGhe snow makes me drowsy while tDhe dreams roll and tumble

 AAnd it's a long way to TexaDs it's a long way back home

 aGnd it's a three hour flighDt on the plane when I go

 aAway from the snow from DBoston to Southshore

 WGhere the dreams roll and tumble and brDing the prose to the wheel

Chorus

  A Bring the prose to thDe wheel

  G I'm not drivin these wheels

  D I'm not drivin these wheels

  A Bring the prose to thDe wheel

  G I'm not drivin these wheels

  D I'm not drivin these wheels

And that face in the window is one I should know

But it's never been haloed by New England snow

And the child across the aisle is sleeping away

While the soldier behind me lets his dreams roll and tumble my way

Chorus

 .A . .DtodaGy D A D G D

This cradle of the interstate so weary of dreams

The hurt that they cause us is now restless it seems

Oh soldier dear soldier you keep your dreams to yourself

My heart's rolled and tumbled until I put it on the shelf

Chorus

Repeat First Verse