Capo 3

G 
Garbage day north side of Chicago 
Am 
Dark smoke diesels scream right past 
C                                         G 
She looks for the words - but never quite sure 
G 
And I'm waiting for the wind to blow 
    Am 
The smell of hope far from my nose 
    C                              G 
The engine in this dream starts to go 



        G 
And I'm trying hard to hear her 
      Am 
But I don't quite have the nerve 
        C                                  G 
Because what she said I have never had the ears for 
    G 
Now love is on the table 
             Am 
And he's had one to many beers 
         C 
And he's laughin' in my face 
                        G 
And spittin' with every word 



G               D    C             G 
She was holdin' out, he was movin' on 
G                    D          C                  G 
Has got me wonderin' how, these things turn out so wrong 



G 
Our conversations been stained with coffee 
   Am 
I'm lookin' at an empty cup 
     C                              G 
With Townes Van Zandt ringing in my ears 
G 
Walked down to the shores of Great Lake Michigan 
    Am 
And try my best to shoot down a reason 
C                              G 
Find that target, I just can't hit 



     G 
So I ask about her family 
       Am 
Try my damnedest not to care 
        C                               G 
Cause I loved her once and I never will forget 
   G 
We traipsed across those mountain tops 
       Am 
Played old soul songs from that jukebox 
        C                                        G 
In that gritty northern bar miles and years from here 



G               D    C             G 
She was holdin' out, he was movin' on 
G                    D          C                  G 
Has got me wonderin' how, these things turn out so wrong 


G 
History is a live and well 
         Am 
He spent last night with Lefty in a keep motel 
           C                                 G 
And he's a little bit tired and a little bit upset 
         G 
I got to ask for forgiveness 
          Am 
I know he don't just freely give it 
        C                              G 
I got a chance to pony up for a decent meal 
G                                 Am 
History, Love, and Desire they're playing poker Texas style 
     C                          G 
With cards printed right off my chest 
G                             Am 
Desire she goes all in with a pair deuces and bluffers grin 
    C                            G 
And Love is folding pocket kings again 
G 
Desire thinks she can work her king 
    Am 
But History won't be shamed  
     C                                        G 
He's gonna send her home without a penny or a dime 



G               D    C             G 
She was holdin' out, he was movin' on 
G                    D          C                  G 
Has got me wonderin' how, these things turn out so wrong X2