Chords for Steve Goodman - That was a pleasant accident

[C] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [A] _ [Bm] _ _ _ [Gb] _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [F] _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ [F] _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ We'll play New Orleans in a minute, I promise.
Thank you.
Appreciate your patience there.
You're welcome. _ _
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_ This is a recent song that I was able to write with the same guy that wrote The Dutchman,
Mike Smith.
_ _ Real good songwriter.
_ I don't know why I'm talking like this.
I better sing the goddamn song.
This is _ _ _ about teenagers.
All right. _ _
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She _ _ _ _ was fourteen.
She was fourteen years old.
_ _ He was five years older.
Old enough to know [Am] about danger _ _ underneath the moon.
[F] _
Danger.
[Ab] Will they find [C] it?
Orphans on the open [Am] road.
_ [C] Chips on their shoulders.
Just a little colder than [Am] _
danger _ underneath the moon.
[Ab] _
Danger.
_ And he asked her.
[Em] Baby, are you looking for love?
Are you looking [F] for danger?
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] Sitting on a keg of dynamite _ [F] every night.
_ _ _ [G] _ [C] She knew that they couldn't last.
_ _ I'll be on the edge of, fingers on the ledge of [Am] a danger _ _ underneath the [E] [Ab] moon.
Danger.
Will they find it?
[C] At night they ride the open road.
_ They're phantoms of disaster.
Just a little faster [Am] than danger _ underneath the [Ab] moon. _
Danger.
And he asked [Bm] her.
Baby, are you living for love?
Are you dying for danger?
_ _ _ _ Sitting on a keg of _ dynamite every _ night.
_ I'll tell you what happened in the middle of this song.
Something up here went very wrong.
The G string came off of this old guitar.
And in the back room, though it's not very far, I've got other set.
I know it's there.
In the case, I hid it somewhere.
If someone could bring the strings out to me, then perhaps I could get another G.
Put it on the guitar and tune it up.
And then I wouldn't have to stand here in blood and make up this song that I don't know.
I wonder if this guitar knows how to grow another G [N] string.
That's not true, but _ _ _ [B] I'm cured.
This guy's Harley is pretty nice.
_ _ I have to [Bm] thank him twice.
He's lent me _ another guitar _ and a microphone.
So there you [Fm] are.
I'll hand him [B] the bridge pin and he'll go away.
But maybe he'll come back out here someday and bring me my guitar so I can go back home.
Without [G] my guitar, I feel so all alone.
_ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ Sitting on a carat dynamite _ [F] every night.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] Baby, are you living for love?
Are you dying [F] for a ranger?
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ I tell you now, _ _ _ _ y'all are our kind of crowd.
_ _ _ _ Sure we can't work here tomorrow?
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
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_ _ This good old Colorado air is killing my little mandolin.
It's not staying in tune.
_ _ [G]
Boys, we're going to do an instrumental here called Raising the Dickens.
Get it, boys? _