| I'm not born in America, so excuse me if the text is wrong. |
| bB Dm C bB |
| bB | Dm | |
| Waiting by the | side of the road |
| C | bB | |
| For day to break so | we could go. |
| Dm | |
| Down into Los | Angeles, |
| C | bB | |
| with | dirty hands and | worn out knees. |
| bB | Dm | |
| Ooooo |
| C | bB | |
| I keep | crawling back to | you |
| bB | Dm | |
| Ooooo |
| C | bB | |
| I keep | crawling back to | you |
| bB | Dm | |
| The ranger came with | burning eyes. |
| C | bB | |
| The chambermaid | awoke suprised. |
| Dm | |
| Thought she'd seen the | last of him |
| C | bB | |
| She | shook her head and | let him in |
| bB | Dm | |
| Ooooo |
| C | bB | |
| I keep | crawling back to | you |
| bB | Dm | |
| Ooooo |
| C | bB | |
| I keep | crawling back to | you |
| bB | F | bB | F | |
| Hey | ba | by, there's | something in your | eyes |
| bB | F | |
| trying' to | say to | me. |
| bB | F | |
| That | I'm gonna be | all right if |
| Dm | Am | C | |
| I bel | ieve in | you |
| Dm | Am | C | |
| It's | all I | want to | do. |
| bB Dm C bB | |
| bB | Dm | |
| It was me and | my sidekick |
| C | bB | |
| He was drunk and | I was sick |
| Dm | |
| We were caught up in a | barroom fight |
| C | bB | |
| Till an | Indian shot | out the lights |
| bB | Dm | |
| I'm so tired of | being tired |
| C | bB | |
| Sure as night will | follow day |
| Dm | |
| Most thing I | worry about |
| C | bB | |
| Never happen | anyway |
| bB | Dm | |
| Ooooo |
| C | bB | |
| I keep | crawling back to | you |
| bB | Dm | |
| Ooooo |
| C | bB | |
| I keep | crawling back to | you |