[Verso 1]


C                                   F 
Well He took his first release on a highway 
G                      C 
In a 1953 green Chevrolet 
C                                           F 
An he was carryin and awful load for just a 15 year old 
G                                                             C 
'Til he laid his mind on the center line and turned up the radio 


[Refrão]


        F                              C             Am 
Goin a hundred miles an hour down the blue asphaltum line 
G                              Am 
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio 
       F            G               C 
An he didn't give a damn About the trouble he was in 
      F                G                     C 
Yeah deep down in his soul He just wanted…to go 
                F                   C    F                            C 
An you can tell by the look on his face he's all caught up with the need 
    F                        C               G           G7 
To trade in some emptied out spaces for some speeeeeeed 
                          C 
An that good ol' American Dream 


[Verso 2]


C                                     F 
And she took her first release on the back seat 
G                      C 
Of a 1961 black V-8 Ford 
C                                           F 
And she just give up all control on that vinyl tuck-an-roll 
G                                                             C 
Breathin hard with a dark-eyed boy that she barely even knowed 


[Refrão]

 
        F                              C             Am 
Goin a hundred miles an hour down the blue asphaltum line 
G                              Am 
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio 
        F            G               C 
And she didn't give a damn about the trouble she'd get in 
      F                 G                       C 
Yeah deep down in her soul She just wanted…to flow 
               F                   C    F                            C 
And you can tell by the paint on her face she's all made-up for the need 
 F                            C              G           G7 
To trade in some emptied out places For some speeeeeeed 
                          C 
And that good ol' American Dream 

Outro 

             G                   F                              C 
And Now they circle one another armed with the lives from their past 
            G                   F                              C 
And they fight to the death for their lies 'Til the bad feelings pass 
           F            F               F            G 
Then they sit and they smoke and they drink and they talk an talk an talk an talk 
               C 
And then they stalk aroun 
              G                                                        C 
like they're lookin for something they've lost but can never again be found 
          F                                                                                G 
And it's crazy Yeah crazy in the backyards the bedrooms the kitchens Crazy out in the streets 
                                  C 
Through all their cities And even smaller towns 
             G                                                  C 
And It most certainly seems Some disease of the dreams Has been goin 'round 
             G                                                  C 
Yes It most certainly seems Some disease of the dreams Has been goin 'round 
        F                             C              Am 
Goin a hundred miles an hour Down the blue asphaltum line 
G                              Am 
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio