{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":2902994,"song":"Roadsigns","artist":"Jeff Daniels","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11652605-roadsigns-chords-by-jeff-daniels/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2902994?type=chord","rating":4.76603,"votes":3,"content":"[Intro]\r\n[ch]Am[/ch]   [ch]Asus4[/ch]   [ch]Am[/ch]   [ch]Am7[/ch]   [ch]Am[/ch]  (x2)\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                                 [ch]G[/ch]\r\nTwo 5 year olds are fighting a gun battle in the aisle.[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]                           [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]   [ch]G[/ch]                 [ch]C[/ch]   [ch]C/B[/ch]       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nTheir mother’s been talkin’ about refrigerators for 50 miles. Retired bartender showing photos of his bar.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]                                                   [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThe black girl’s wailing and bending our ears to the top ten tunes for the past ten years.[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]                    [ch]G[/ch]                [ch]Am[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]       [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]             [ch]G[/ch]  [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nShe’s going to Detroit to be a star. She said, “Me and my sister, strut our stuff.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]               [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nThose Motown jivers they got nothing on us.”[/tab]\r\n[tab]            [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]        [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nI was singing my my my my my my my.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                                       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe driver’s telling his life story to a sympathetic aunt.[/tab]\r\n[tab]             [ch]Fmaj[/ch]                             [ch]G[/ch]\r\nHe’d like to concentrate on the highway if he can, but he can’t.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]               [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]C[/ch]    [ch]C/B[/ch]  [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nThe grandma says “I was married when I was just fifteen.” The boney recruit for Fort Leonard Wood,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Am[/ch]                                                [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]                                   [ch]G[/ch]\r\nfor three hours straight’s been doing all he could to make a roly-poly bleach blonde named Arlene.[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]Am[/ch]                    [ch]G[/ch]                                  [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]                            [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nHe said, “I’ll write to you if you’ll write to me,” and then their hands disappeared past Kankakee.[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Am[/ch]                     [ch]G[/ch]                    [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nFrom the flailing around he was finally getting off, I trust.[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]        [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nI was saying my my my my my my my.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]             [ch]Em[/ch]     [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]   [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]           [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThe country slips by the window. Misty morning will burn off by 8 o’clock.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Am[/ch]                               [ch]G[/ch]                    [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nThe thrashers are thrashing and them reapers are reaping. Behind this blue-green glass we’re sleeping[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Am[/ch]                                            [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\npast the cedars and houses and rivers and trailers and rock.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]         [ch]Am[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd does everybody know what’s going down when you leave the driving to Greyhound?[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                                            [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nOur path is littered with lost street treads, abandoned houses and old iron beds.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                         [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nAmber waves of golden rye, mobile homes and lumberyards.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                 [ch]Em[/ch]                   [ch]Am[/ch]             [ch]G[/ch]\r\nTent worms eating up the trees and the motels with no vacancies.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Fmaj7[/ch]                              [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nFactories making candy bars by the mile-high piles of rusty cars.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                [ch]Em[/ch]             [ch]Am[/ch]              [ch]G[/ch]                [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nNo sign pointing the direction, snorting up our nose confection. Smokestacks are the land’s erection and[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Am[/ch]                            [ch]C[/ch]                    [ch]Em[/ch]            [ch]Am[/ch]              [ch]G[/ch]            [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]      [ch]G[/ch]\r\nthe voters just ignore elections. Pumping gas at every intersection, praying for our next Tex-Mex connection.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]              [ch]Em[/ch]     [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch]        [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThe country slides by the window.  Sun dies screaming purple and gold.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Am[/ch]                            [ch]G[/ch]                   [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nThe chimneys are stinking and the towns are blinking. Inside this bus there ain’t nobody thinking[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]Am[/ch]                          [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nabout the signs of caution: go slow, radar patrol.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]         [ch]Am[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]                    [ch]C[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd does everybody know what’s going down, when you leave the driving to Greyhound?[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                                           [ch]G[/ch]\r\nOh that preacher right behind me, he’s got a bottle in his hand,[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]                                     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nand he’s mumbling how all them roadsigns all point straight to the promise land.[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]              [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]          [ch]C/B[/ch]     [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThrough a diesel high, and a neon buzz, we chase that setting sun.[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Em[/ch]                                       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd that black chick starts to sing so sweet. Her sister starts to tap her feet.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Fmaj7[/ch]                             [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]Am[/ch]                    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nPreacher nods his head, starts to hum. Grandma grins and the driver smiles,[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]                          [ch]G[/ch]      [ch]Am[/ch]                [ch]G[/ch]                [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nand we all sing along for the next 10 miles. Guess we’re going somewheres if we must.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]              [ch]G[/ch] [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]        [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nWe were singing my my my my my my my. (x4)[/tab]\r\n[tab]                      [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]        [ch]Fmaj7[/ch]\r\nYeah, we were singing my my my my my my my. (x3)[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]           [ch]Am[/ch]        [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]                    [ch]C[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\n   And does everybody know what’s going down, when you leave the driving to Greyhound?[/tab]","plain_text":"[Intro]\nAm   Asus4   Am   Am7   Am  (x2)\n\n[Verse]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse]","chords":["Am","Asus4","Am7","G","Fmaj7","C","C/B","Em","Fmaj"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"Am7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,0,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,0,1,0]},"Asus4":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,3,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]},"Fmaj7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,0,3,4,2,0],"frets":[1,-1,2,2,1,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}