
up-fiddler
Taming the World--for now
Hey gang. I have this stupid three or four chord acoustic rocker rolling through my head. I laid these words down to fit the genre. Pick it apart and I will humbly review your suggestions as I rewrite. Thanks, Dave.
Ten Dollar Bill
c.2010 Dave Morehouse
Wind in my face not a care in the world
I look over at my special girl.
Through three lanes of traffic we slip,dip, and glide
And I let her drive
‘cause I enjoy the ride.
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We got the top flopped down and a ten dollar bill
Sittin’ in the gas tank with time to kill.
There’s no place else we’d ever rather be
Than sittin’ next to her sittin’ next to me.
Burgers and shakes and some shared French Fries
We pass an old Ford and the napkins fly
We laugh as the paper and the wind collide
And I let her drive
‘cause I enjoy the ride.
We got the top flopped down and a ten dollar bill
Sittin’ in the gas tank with time to kill.
There’s no place else we’d ever rather be
Than sittin’ next to her sittin’ next to me.
(Bridge)
Our life has had its tires go flat
and potholes in the road.
But when we’ve had our little spats
We drop the top and change Zip Codes.
We got the top flopped down and a ten dollar bill
Sittin’ in the gas tank with time to kill.
There’s no place else we’d ever rather be
Than sittin’ next to her sittin’ next to me.
Ten Dollar Bill
c.2010 Dave Morehouse
Wind in my face not a care in the world
I look over at my special girl.
Through three lanes of traffic we slip,dip, and glide
And I let her drive
‘cause I enjoy the ride.
chs
We got the top flopped down and a ten dollar bill
Sittin’ in the gas tank with time to kill.
There’s no place else we’d ever rather be
Than sittin’ next to her sittin’ next to me.
Burgers and shakes and some shared French Fries
We pass an old Ford and the napkins fly
We laugh as the paper and the wind collide
And I let her drive
‘cause I enjoy the ride.
We got the top flopped down and a ten dollar bill
Sittin’ in the gas tank with time to kill.
There’s no place else we’d ever rather be
Than sittin’ next to her sittin’ next to me.
(Bridge)
Our life has had its tires go flat
and potholes in the road.
But when we’ve had our little spats
We drop the top and change Zip Codes.
We got the top flopped down and a ten dollar bill
Sittin’ in the gas tank with time to kill.
There’s no place else we’d ever rather be
Than sittin’ next to her sittin’ next to me.