| Tuning: Double Drop D (D A D G B D) |
| Fmaj7 | C | D5 |
| Out on the old coast highway |
| Fmaj7 | C | D5 |
| Flying through the night |
| Fmaj7 | C | D5 |
| Jed got stopped by the CHP |
| Fmaj7 | C | D5 |
| For speedin' and no brake lights |
| Fmaj7 | C | D5 |
| Rolled down the driver's window |
| Slipped his gun down under his seat |
| The glove-box was full of cocaine |
| The trunk was full of weed |
| "Driver's license and registration," |
| Said the officer with his flashlight |
| Search around the floor, look hard |
| Smellin' like something ain't right |
| Jed's life flashed before him |
| Like a scratchy old super-8 |
| He heard the sound of the future |
| On an RPM 78 |
| Nothing was still, all was moving |
| When the flashlight found the gun |
| Then Jed pulled the trigger |
| In a split-second tragic blunder |
| "It makes you think about living |
| What life has to tell," |
| Said Jed to Grandpa |
| From inside his cell |
| Camouflage hung in his closet |
| Guns all over the wall |
| Plans for buildings and engineers |
| And a book with no numbers at all |
| The whole town was stunned |
| They closed the coast highway for twelve hours |
| No one could get in |
| Jed was one of ours |
| Meanwhile across the ocean |
| Living in the internet |
| Is the cause of an explosion |
| No one has heard yet |
| But there's no need to worry |
| There's no reason to fuss |
| Just go on about your work now |
| And leave the drivin' to us |
| And we'll be watching you |
| No matter what you do |
| And you can do your part |
| By watchin' others too |
| Grandpa put down the paper |
| Staring in disbelief |
| Jed had always been good to him |
| Never gave him any grief |
| The moral of this story |
| Is try not to get too old |
| The more time you spend on earth |
| The more you see unfold |
| And as an afterthought |
| This must, too, be told |
| Some people have taken pure bullshit |
| And turned it into gold |
| It's much easyer to learn anysong When your listening to it so give it |
| a listen. it is on kazaa |