Chords for Dillard and Clark Somethings Wrong &Lyin Down The Middle

_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Powers of joy [Eb] when I was just a boy [Bb] and never wrong I knew. _ _ _
_ [F] Kites of red would [Eb] fly above my head, the [Bb] birds would sing their song.
[Dm] Now something's wrong _ [Bb] where the sure would [Dm] used to _ be.
[Bb] _ Neon [Cm] brambles now I _ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] see. _
_ _ _ _ _ Fields of corn on [Eb] early summer mornings [Bb] or late afternoon.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ Anytime there [Eb] was a place to find when [Bb] life seemed not so soon.
[Dm] Now all too soon _ [Bb] is this where I [Dm] used to be?
_ _ [Bb] _ Still remembering [Cm] _ what _ [C] _ _
is [F] me. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ And I won't [Dm] even try to [Bb] _ find a [Dm] reason why _ _ [Cm] I must [C] live here just [Eb] to die. _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Dm] Now something's wrong [Bb] where the sure [Dm] would used to be.
_ [Bb] _ _ Neon [C] brambles now I _ _ _ _ [F] see. _
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_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Think that [D] line down the middle of the [A] road is driving me insane.
[D] Three thousand miles I have come with a heavy load.
And I know she's not [E] to blame, it's all the same.
San Bernardino, fourteen [D] miles, see that sign?
While the sound of concrete rhythms [A] rolls past my mind.
[E] I know I didn't mean to fall [D] so far behind.
And I'm [Bm] driving this road to get to [E] you. _ _
[E] _ _ About [D] this time she should see [A] me early dawn.
And know that I was [E] gone again last night.
She leaves [D] the light in the window so I'll see.
That she was there [E] all alone again last night.
All the while I'm thinking [D] about the things she said.
With the sound of concrete [A] rhythms rolling through my head.
_ [E] Miles from on and on [D] even though my love's not there.
[A] And I'm driving this road to get [E] to you.
San _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ Bernardino, fourteen miles, see that sign?
While the sound of concrete rhythms [A] rolls past my mind.
[E] I know I didn't mean to fall so far behind.
And I'm [Bm] driving [A] this road to get [E] to you. _ _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _