Standard tuning
Capo:4
Em C
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la
G Em
A couple of young girls went sailing down A1A
C D
To the arms of Florida, sailing down a highway
Em C
Singing their heads off, protected by the holy ghost
G D
Flying in from the ocean, driving with their eyes closed
C D Em
The night wants to kiss you deep, and be on his way
C D G D
Pretend he don't know you the very next day
C Em
Isn't it hard sometimes, isn't it lonely
C D Em
How I still hang around here, and there's nothing to hold me
Slide down into the sea, twelve hours on your feet
Get the tide to wash you away thousands and thousands of days
And someone you never meet signs the check you get every week
You try and still can't forget all the strangers that you have met
The night never owed you nothing anyway
Makes promises that he never intends to keep everyday
Isn't it hard sometimes, isn't it lonely
How I still hang around here, and there's nothing to hold me
C D Em
Everytime every year, the travelers come and go
C D
You see them landing with their pale wings, flying back to the snow
And the summer comes marching in with its heavy boots on
Kicking along the blacktop sidewalks of A1A
Young girls in their barefeet, cigarette smoking
Looking every which way, wishing and hoping
And you want the night just to let you sleep and be on his way
Wrap you up in some cool sheets and have nothing to say
Isn't it hard sometimes, isn't it lonely
How I still hang around here, and there's nothing to hold me