the great american novel Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D][Dm][D][Dm]

[Verse 1]
As the [Dm]sunday [D]sun sets down on Rhino,
[A]Nevada[D]
I'm [G]not [D]really [G]a gambling man,
but I'm quite partial to a flut[D]ter
and if you're playing Black Jack,
they'll let you drink for [G]free
and that [A]sounds like a pretty
good deal to me...
[D]

[Verse 2]
so I pull up to a table and I [G]sing my first line
I get [D]chatting to an old [A]man, sat by my side
he [D]can't quite place my accent and
he [G]asks me where I'm from
like [D]many before he thinks
that [A]I'm [D]Australian.

[Verse 3]
[D]I tell him [A]I'm from England,
[D]from Essex[G], to be precise
we [D]both lose a couple of hands
and [A]sing some more lines
he [D]asks me what I'm doing,
[G]so far away from home
I tell [D]him [A]I've been singing on [D]the road.

[Verse 4]
He asks me [G]where I've been and what
I've seen and [D]what I might have learned
[A]travelling on that giant piece of dirt
[D]

[Verse 5]
I've seen the [G]rivers and the mountains,
the [D]forests through the trees
I've seen [A]the deserts and canyons,
I've seen the tumble- [D]weed
I watched the [G]sunset of the west coast
with [D]sand between my toes
I've been [A]East freezing my bollocks off
in six inches [D]of snow
I've seen [G]the interstates and free
[D]ways from my rental car
[A]mostly, though, I've seen a lot [D]of bars.
I've seen [G]a few music venues and
[A]a shitton of bars
[D]

[Verse 6]
London got [G]me JFK, Boston, Baltimore
to the [D]American Visionary Art Mu
[A]seum down the Appalachian trail
to the [D]suburbs of Atlanta and
the [G]Gainesville BBQ
where I [D]ended in a karaoke bar
do[A]ing Jimmy Buffet tun[D]es
left onto the A10(?), the "Big [G]Easy",
New Orleans
[D]I played a bit of washboard
with [A]my main [...] XP
I [D]felt like Chris Christopherson,
flat [G]out and bet on rouge
when they [D]let me sing some songs
in the Red [A]Dragon listening [D]room
[G]in fact I've been singing
songs [D]everywhere I stop
[A]somehow I'm calling this my [D]job

[Verse 7]
I've heard [G]the banjos and the trumpets,
been to [D]where the blues was born
danced [A]to dubstep and to punk rock
and I shopped in record [D]stores
I read the [G]Great American Novel by
the [D]Great American Novelist
and [A]give me half a chance I'll build
myself a white [D]picket fence
cause I [G]love the American culture,
its [D]music, books and poetry
and the [A]wonderful Americans that I've
met on my journey
[D]

[Verse 8]
FLASHBACK to the casino and the
old [G]man he said: "Son,
sounds like you've seen more of this
cuntry than [D]I have e[G]ver d[A]one.
I [D]come from Salt Lake City,
that's where [G]I was born and raised;
I [D]still live in Utah and I
[A]barely left [D]the state.
But you [G]still haven't told me what
you've [D]learned -
[A]sounds like you're just driving
round and getting [D]drunk.
And it's [G]not like you're any
good at [D]Black Jack, either -
you [A]haven't won a dollar since
you've [D]been here."

[Verse 9]
I've seen [G]casinos and the churches,
the [D]prisons and the shopping malls,
[A]the ballparks and the stadiums,
the junk- food [D]drive- throughs,
[G]the fast cars and the tea bars,
the [D]broken traffic lights,
the [A]homeless and forgotten folk,
Downtown late at [D]night,
and I've [G]seen the foreign policy,
the [D]oily, bloody hands,
[A]I've seen the police brutality
sweep across [D]the land

[Verse 10]
and if there's [G]one thing
[A]that I've [D]learned
it's that a [G]dollar costs [A]more than it's [D]worth

[Verse 11]
[G]I didn't com[A]e in here to [D]win -[G]
I just came [A]here for a drink.
[D]