| I'm not born in America, so excuse me if the text is wrong. |
| Am F |
| Am | |
| If there's gonna be trouble to night, |
| F | |
| you can meet me at the | usual place. |
| Am | |
| If there's gonna be a fight to night, |
| F | |
| remember what you | said to my face. |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | |
| And | darl | ing | to many | words have been | spok | en, |
| G | C | Am | D | |
| I | don't wanna | get my heart | brok | en. |
| Am | D | G | |
| Like | lovers | do. |
| Am | |
| No more song to night. |
| F | |
| I'm driving to the | break of day. |
| Am | F | |
| No more words to night we (got enough to | throw away.)? |
| And darling now that we two hearts together, |
| don't dream this could go on forever. |
| G bB F | Am F | |
| Like lovers do. | x4 |
| Am | F | |
| I can hear you singing on my supernatural radio. |
| Am | F | |
| I hear you singing on my supernatural radio. |
| And darling to many words have been spoken, |
| I don't wanna get my heart broken. |
| G bB F | |
| Like lovers do. |