[Chords Used]   D([10][12][12][11][10][10]); G(355433); B(79987X); A(57765X);
                G*(35543X)


[Intro]         | D | D | D | D |
                | G | G | G | G |


[Verse 1]     D
                On our way, and so it seems, blooming flowers waltz be-fore me,
              G
                Rollin' numbers, passin' time, got to get out-side the city.
              D
                In the mornin', all will see, just how crazy young love can be,
              G
                On our own, away again, don't get down my darlin'.


[Chorus 1]                        D
                Am gone tangle my face hair, a gone tickle your daughter,

                At three o'clock in the morning, they all cry to me,
                                              G
                I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry lipstick,

                Look outta your window, I'm on your street.


[Verse 2]     D
                Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana,
              G
                Let's pull over, have us a choke, I love to watch you when your dancin'.
              D
                I wonder if they, ever dream, they would get just what we gave them,
              G
                All wrapped up in, bein' nineteen, chasin' stars that are fallin'.


[Chorus 2]                        D
                Am gone tangle my face hair, gone tickle your daughter,

                At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me,
                                              G
                I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry lipstick,

                Look out your window, and that's where I'll be, C'Mon Caleb, Aaooww!


[Solo]          | D | D | D | D |
                | G | G | G | G |


[Middle 8]   B                             A
                And when that train heads home,
                                  D
                They' gone be so, gone gone you ain't never gonna see me no more,

                Gone gone you ain't nothin' to me,
             G*                             A                       | B  | B  |
                And when they shine them streets, they only find our song!


[Link]          | D | D | D | D |
                | G | G | G | G |


[Chorus 3]                        D
                Am gone tangle my face hair, a gone tickle your daughter,

                At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me,
                                              G
                I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry lipstick,

                Look out your window, and that's where I'll be.
                                  D
                Am gone tangle my face hair, gone tickle your daughter,

                At three o'clock in the mornin', they all cry to me,
                                              G
                I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, your cherry lipstick,

                Look outta your window, and that's where I'll be.

                C'Mon Caleb, Caleb, Caleb, Caleb, Caleb.


[Outro]         | D | D | D | D |

                              G
                I'm on your street, they all cry to me.

                I'm on your street, they all cry to me.
                              D
                I'm on your street, they all cry to me.

                I'm on your street, they all cry to me.
                            | G | G | G | G |
                I'm on your...

                              D
                I'm on your street, they all cry to me.
                                                    D(.)
                I'm on your street, they all cry to me.