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C Let us be C/B lovers, we'll Am marry our C/G fortunes toFgether
C I've got some C/B real-estate Am here in my bag
Em So we bought a pack of A7 cigaretts, and Em Mrs. Wagner A7 pies
And D walked C off to G look for ACmeC/BriAmca C/G F
C Kathy I C/B said as we Am boarded the C/G Greyhound in F Pittsburg
C Michigan C/B seems like a Am dream to me now
G It took me four days to hitch-hike from Seginaw
D I've G come to D look for ACmaj7meriCca
Bbmaj7 Laughing on the bus, playing games with the C faces
Bbmaj7 She said the man in the gaberdine suit was a C spy
F I said be careful F7 his bowtie is really a C camera C/B Am C/G F
Toss me a cigarette I think there's one in my raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenery, and she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Kathy I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
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