Chords for DAN BUSBY - 82 SUBURBAN (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
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78.75 bpm
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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We waved and said, I love you and I'll see you soon.
And then after they rounded the van and I saw them go out of the building,
I just screamed at the top of my [Bbm] lungs, kneeling in a chair [Ebm] in the hallway [Gb] because
[Ebm] There's times that feel like peace of mind will come my way.
There's times that feel like it's all behind me, my thoughts at bay.
There's parts of me that will always need a look of whom I should, ah, plot that route through the smoke.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, ah, plot that route through the smoke.
Lit by the [Db] gun, arrest, easy by the [Ebm] gun, born fugitive, raised up, hunted down on a run.
1982, [Db] Red Suburban [Ebm] getaway, case, half [Bbm]-famed, I'll lay one mama on a [Ebm] resume.
Slip through the [Db] borders, safe house like the [Ebm] warlords, but the next move forward,
the discreet meet with reporters out quick, the squad get hot,
not hard to make out when the [Bbm] cops on the block.
[Ebm] Find me, find me, I'm gone, yeah, [Db] lodge them every time, yeah,
[Ebm] straight from California a la [Db] Costa Mexicana.
[Ebm] And [Gb] there's times that feel [Ebm] like [Gb] peace of mind will come my [Ebm] way.
And [Bbm] there's times that feel [Ebm] like it's all behind me, my [Gb] thoughts at bay.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, [Fm] ah, plot that route [Ebm] through the smoke.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, [Db] ah, plot that route [Ebm] through the smoke.
Forever tied [Db] to this clandestine life, [Ebm] every city map marked up [Db] with another place to hide.
[Ebm] Remember counting streetlights [Fm] passing through califas, one [Ebm] day we'll come back with our freedom [Fm] and our peace.
If the fight [Ebm] don't end, you'll catch [Db] me flying swift and stealth [Ebm] around the bend.
And through [Fm] the dust, vanish before red [Ebm] and blue begin.
And one [Db] day when the smoke clears, [Ebm] the tail is [Db] gone and the ride won't steer.
[Ebm] I'll take a breath, tell the story [Fm] from the jungle depths, rest [Ebm] my head, recount the steps.
Rising [Fm] from the bitterest, times [Ebm] when life can't be the best, [Db] yeah, [Ebm] when life can't be the best, [Fm] yeah, yeah.
[Ebm] And there's [Bbm] times that feel [Ebm] like peace of mind will come my way.
And there's [Db] times that feel [Ebm] like it's all behind [Db] me, my thoughts [Ebm] say
There's parts of me [Db] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should, ah, [Db] plot that route through [Ebm] the smoke.
Yeah, parts of me [Db] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should, ah, [Fm] plot that route through [Ebm] the smoke.
Parts of me, [Fm] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should [Gb] plots that route through the smoke.
You can take [Ebm] matters into [Bbm]
[Ebm] perspective and say, well, the [B] law does not apply to
Actually, [E] what she is saying is, [F] if the law won't protect [Bb] my child, and the only way she felt [Db] at that point to do that was [D] to leave the country, to [Eb] start running.
And then after they rounded the van and I saw them go out of the building,
I just screamed at the top of my [Bbm] lungs, kneeling in a chair [Ebm] in the hallway [Gb] because
[Ebm] There's times that feel like peace of mind will come my way.
There's times that feel like it's all behind me, my thoughts at bay.
There's parts of me that will always need a look of whom I should, ah, plot that route through the smoke.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, ah, plot that route through the smoke.
Lit by the [Db] gun, arrest, easy by the [Ebm] gun, born fugitive, raised up, hunted down on a run.
1982, [Db] Red Suburban [Ebm] getaway, case, half [Bbm]-famed, I'll lay one mama on a [Ebm] resume.
Slip through the [Db] borders, safe house like the [Ebm] warlords, but the next move forward,
the discreet meet with reporters out quick, the squad get hot,
not hard to make out when the [Bbm] cops on the block.
[Ebm] Find me, find me, I'm gone, yeah, [Db] lodge them every time, yeah,
[Ebm] straight from California a la [Db] Costa Mexicana.
[Ebm] And [Gb] there's times that feel [Ebm] like [Gb] peace of mind will come my [Ebm] way.
And [Bbm] there's times that feel [Ebm] like it's all behind me, my [Gb] thoughts at bay.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, [Fm] ah, plot that route [Ebm] through the smoke.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, [Db] ah, plot that route [Ebm] through the smoke.
Forever tied [Db] to this clandestine life, [Ebm] every city map marked up [Db] with another place to hide.
[Ebm] Remember counting streetlights [Fm] passing through califas, one [Ebm] day we'll come back with our freedom [Fm] and our peace.
If the fight [Ebm] don't end, you'll catch [Db] me flying swift and stealth [Ebm] around the bend.
And through [Fm] the dust, vanish before red [Ebm] and blue begin.
And one [Db] day when the smoke clears, [Ebm] the tail is [Db] gone and the ride won't steer.
[Ebm] I'll take a breath, tell the story [Fm] from the jungle depths, rest [Ebm] my head, recount the steps.
Rising [Fm] from the bitterest, times [Ebm] when life can't be the best, [Db] yeah, [Ebm] when life can't be the best, [Fm] yeah, yeah.
[Ebm] And there's [Bbm] times that feel [Ebm] like peace of mind will come my way.
And there's [Db] times that feel [Ebm] like it's all behind [Db] me, my thoughts [Ebm] say
There's parts of me [Db] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should, ah, [Db] plot that route through [Ebm] the smoke.
Yeah, parts of me [Db] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should, ah, [Fm] plot that route through [Ebm] the smoke.
Parts of me, [Fm] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should [Gb] plots that route through the smoke.
You can take [Ebm] matters into [Bbm]
[Ebm] perspective and say, well, the [B] law does not apply to
Actually, [E] what she is saying is, [F] if the law won't protect [Bb] my child, and the only way she felt [Db] at that point to do that was [D] to leave the country, to [Eb] start running.
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We waved and said, I love you and I'll see you soon.
And then after they rounded the van and I saw them go out of the building,
I just screamed at the top of my [Bbm] lungs, kneeling in a chair [Ebm] in the hallway [Gb] because_
_ [Ebm] _ There's times that feel like peace of mind will come my way.
There's times that feel like it's all behind me, my thoughts at bay.
There's parts of me that will always need a look of whom I should, ah, plot that route through the smoke.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, ah, plot that route through the smoke.
Lit by the [Db] gun, arrest, easy by the [Ebm] gun, born fugitive, raised up, hunted down on a run.
1982, [Db] Red Suburban [Ebm] getaway, case, half [Bbm]-famed, I'll lay one mama on a [Ebm] resume.
Slip through the [Db] borders, safe house like the [Ebm] warlords, but the next move forward,
the discreet meet with reporters out quick, the squad get hot,
not hard to make out when the [Bbm] cops on the block.
[Ebm] Find me, find me, I'm gone, yeah, [Db] lodge them every time, yeah,
[Ebm] straight from California a la [Db] Costa Mexicana.
[Ebm] And [Gb] there's times that feel [Ebm] like [Gb] peace of mind will come my [Ebm] way.
And [Bbm] there's times that feel [Ebm] like it's all behind me, my [Gb] thoughts at bay.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, [Fm] ah, plot that route [Ebm] through the smoke.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, [Db] ah, plot that route [Ebm] through the smoke.
Forever tied [Db] to this clandestine life, [Ebm] every city map marked up [Db] with another place to hide.
[Ebm] Remember counting streetlights [Fm] passing through califas, one [Ebm] day we'll come back with our freedom [Fm] and our peace.
If the fight [Ebm] don't end, you'll catch [Db] me flying swift and stealth [Ebm] around the bend.
And through [Fm] the dust, vanish before red [Ebm] and blue begin.
And one [Db] day when the smoke clears, [Ebm] the tail is [Db] gone and the ride won't steer.
[Ebm] I'll take a breath, tell the story [Fm] from the jungle depths, rest [Ebm] my head, recount the steps.
Rising [Fm] from the bitterest, times [Ebm] when life can't be the best, [Db] yeah, [Ebm] when life can't be the best, [Fm] yeah, yeah.
[Ebm] And there's [Bbm] times that feel [Ebm] like peace of mind will come my way.
And there's [Db] times that feel [Ebm] like it's all behind [Db] me, my thoughts [Ebm] say_
There's parts of me [Db] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should, ah, [Db] plot that route through [Ebm] the smoke.
Yeah, parts of me [Db] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should, ah, [Fm] plot that route through [Ebm] the smoke.
Parts of me, [Fm] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should _ [Gb] plots that route through the smoke.
You can take [Ebm] matters into [Bbm] _
[Ebm] perspective and say, well, the [B] law does not apply to_
Actually, [E] what she is saying is, [F] if the law won't protect [Bb] my child, _ and the only way she felt [Db] at that point to do that was [D] to leave the country, to [Eb] start running. _ _ _
And then after they rounded the van and I saw them go out of the building,
I just screamed at the top of my [Bbm] lungs, kneeling in a chair [Ebm] in the hallway [Gb] because_
_ [Ebm] _ There's times that feel like peace of mind will come my way.
There's times that feel like it's all behind me, my thoughts at bay.
There's parts of me that will always need a look of whom I should, ah, plot that route through the smoke.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, ah, plot that route through the smoke.
Lit by the [Db] gun, arrest, easy by the [Ebm] gun, born fugitive, raised up, hunted down on a run.
1982, [Db] Red Suburban [Ebm] getaway, case, half [Bbm]-famed, I'll lay one mama on a [Ebm] resume.
Slip through the [Db] borders, safe house like the [Ebm] warlords, but the next move forward,
the discreet meet with reporters out quick, the squad get hot,
not hard to make out when the [Bbm] cops on the block.
[Ebm] Find me, find me, I'm gone, yeah, [Db] lodge them every time, yeah,
[Ebm] straight from California a la [Db] Costa Mexicana.
[Ebm] And [Gb] there's times that feel [Ebm] like [Gb] peace of mind will come my [Ebm] way.
And [Bbm] there's times that feel [Ebm] like it's all behind me, my [Gb] thoughts at bay.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, [Fm] ah, plot that route [Ebm] through the smoke.
There's parts of [Db] me that will always need a [Ebm] look of whom I should, [Db] ah, plot that route [Ebm] through the smoke.
Forever tied [Db] to this clandestine life, [Ebm] every city map marked up [Db] with another place to hide.
[Ebm] Remember counting streetlights [Fm] passing through califas, one [Ebm] day we'll come back with our freedom [Fm] and our peace.
If the fight [Ebm] don't end, you'll catch [Db] me flying swift and stealth [Ebm] around the bend.
And through [Fm] the dust, vanish before red [Ebm] and blue begin.
And one [Db] day when the smoke clears, [Ebm] the tail is [Db] gone and the ride won't steer.
[Ebm] I'll take a breath, tell the story [Fm] from the jungle depths, rest [Ebm] my head, recount the steps.
Rising [Fm] from the bitterest, times [Ebm] when life can't be the best, [Db] yeah, [Ebm] when life can't be the best, [Fm] yeah, yeah.
[Ebm] And there's [Bbm] times that feel [Ebm] like peace of mind will come my way.
And there's [Db] times that feel [Ebm] like it's all behind [Db] me, my thoughts [Ebm] say_
There's parts of me [Db] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should, ah, [Db] plot that route through [Ebm] the smoke.
Yeah, parts of me [Db] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should, ah, [Fm] plot that route through [Ebm] the smoke.
Parts of me, [Fm] that will always need a look of [Ebm] whom I should _ [Gb] plots that route through the smoke.
You can take [Ebm] matters into [Bbm] _
[Ebm] perspective and say, well, the [B] law does not apply to_
Actually, [E] what she is saying is, [F] if the law won't protect [Bb] my child, _ and the only way she felt [Db] at that point to do that was [D] to leave the country, to [Eb] start running. _ _ _