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A - D - G - D
A D>From Boston to Southshore on the back of the bus
G DIt's the last winter storm of the season and such
A DAnd I'm lost to the fiction of the book in my lap
G DThe snow makes me drowsy while the dreams roll and tumble
A DAnd it's a long way to Texas it's a long way back home
G Dand it's a three hour flight on the plane when I go
A Daway from the snow from Boston to Southshore
G DWhere the dreams roll and tumble and bring the prose to the wheel
CBoRUS
A D Bring the prose to the wheel
G I'm not drivin these wheels
D I'm not drivin these wheels
A D Bring the prose to the wheel
G I'm not drivin these wheels
D 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
CBoRUS
A D G D A D G D. . .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
CBoRUS
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