tabbed by Russ Sweetser ([[yarzrevenge@yahoo.com]]) and Rosa

play A* as a normal A, Esus4 (022200), or  Asus2/E (002200).

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E
Once a week I make the drive
F#                          A                  E
two hours east to check the Austin post office box.
E                         F#
I take the detour through our old neighborhood,
            A                      B
see all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks,
      A                      B
and I park in an alley and I read through the postcards
         E           A
that you continue to send:
         F#                        A
where as indirectly as you can you ask what I remember.
             E                       B
I like these torture devices from my old best friend.
          C#m
Well I'll tell you what I know
       F# 
like I swore I always would --
        A                B
I don't think it's gonna do you any good:
    E          A            E            A       B    A          E A E A E A E
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water.

E
I always get a late start,
         F#
when the sun's going down
        A
and the traffic's thinning out
        E
and the glare is hard to take. I wish the
E                        F#
West Texas highway was a Möbius strip --
        A                           B
I could ride it out forever. When I feel my heart break,
         A                                 B
I almost swear I hear it happen, it's that clear and that hard.
   E                             A
I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard.
   C#m
I fall out of the car
       F#
like a hostage from a plane,
A
think of you a while and
      B
start wishing it would rain.
    E          A            E            A       B     A         E A E A E A
I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward the water.

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  E
I come into the house,
    F#
put on a pot of coffee,
A                        E
walk the floors a little while.
E                                  F#
I set the postcard on a table with all the others like it,
A                         B
I start sorting through the pile.
A
I check the pictures and the postmarks
        B
and the captions and the stamps
    E                       A
for signs of any pattern at all.
       F#                                A
When I come up empty-handed, the feeling almost overwhelms me.
E                   B
I let a few of my defenses fall
      C#m                                F#
and I smile a bitter smile -- it's not a pretty thing to see --
        A                                 B
I think about a railroad platform back in 1983
        E          A            E            A       B    A                 E A E A E A E
and I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down toward toward the water

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