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Capo: 1st fret
LA - RE - SOL - RE
LA RE
From Boston to Southshore on the back of the bus
SOL RE
It's the last winter storm of the season and such
LA RE
And I'm lost to the fiction of the book in my lap
SOL RE
The snow makes me drowsy while the dreams roll and tumble
LA RE
And it's a long way to Texas it's a long way back home
SOL RE
and it's a three hour flight on the plane when I go
LA RE
away from the snow from Boston to Southshore
SOL RE
Where the dreams roll and tumble and bring the prose to the wheel
CHORUS
LA RE
Bring the prose to the wheel
SOL
I'm not drivin these wheels
RE
I'm not drivin these wheels
LA RE
Bring the prose to the wheel
SOL
I'm not drivin these wheels
RE
I'm not drivin these wheels
And that face in the window is one I should know
But it's never been haloed by New England snow
And the child across the aisle is sleeping away
While the soldier behind me lets his dreams roll and tumble my way
CHORUS
LA RE SOL RE LA RE SOL RE
. . .today
This cradle of the interstate so weary of dreams
The hurt that they cause us is now restless it seems
Oh soldier dear soldier you keep your dreams to yourself
My heart's rolled and tumbled until I put it on the shelf
CHORUS
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