Under the Bridge Merle Haggard
[D]I lost my job in Saginaw
[G]Working on the railroad
After tw[D]enty years
They just [Bbm]put me on the s[E7]ide[A7]
Now I'm h[D]ungry in the street
With n[G]o place to hang my h[Gm]at
And n[D]othin' but an [A7]empty dream to r[D]ide
But,
(CHORUS):
[D]Under the bridge
I can make believe I'm l[D7]iving in a c[G]astle
Under the br[D]idge[Bb7], my baby and [E7]me[A7]
And [D]I can pretend that [D7]I'm a king
[G] And this is my [Gm]kingdom
Under the br[D]idge[A7], making bel[D]eive
(INSTRUMENTAL)
Hey, the d[D]oors are always open
[G]To any old weary traveller
And you'll f[D]ind some great grub
Feedin' h[Bbm]ere bel[E7]ow[A7]
[D]Any old bridge can be a [D7]palace
[G] Call it what you w[Gm]an't to
It's a pl[D]ace to be when you g[A7]ot no place to [D]go
(CHORUS)
Thanks for help on the lyrics to:
ah827@rgfn.epcc.Edu (Gene L. Graham)
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