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Date: Mon, 9 Dec 1996 09:22:56 +0100
From: Fredrik Westberg 

{title:Crawling back to you}
{st:Tom Petty}
#From album, "Wildflowers"

I'm not born in America, so excuse me if the text is wrong.

[bB Dm C bB]

Waiting by the [Dm]side of the road
[C]For day to break so [bB]we could go.
Down into Los [Dm]Angeles,
with [C]dirty hands and [bB]worn out knees.

[Dm]I keep [C]crawling back to [bB]you
[Dm]I keep [C]crawling back to [bB]you

The ranger came with burning eyes.
The chambermaid awoke suprised.
Thought she'd seen the last of him
She shook her head and let him in

I keep crawling back to you
I keep crawling back to you

Hey [bB]ba[F]by, there's [bB]something in your [F]eyes
trying' to [bB]say to [F]me.
That [bB]I'm gonna be [F]all right if
[Dm]I bel[Am]ieve in [C]you
It's [Dm]all I [Am]want to [C]do. [bB Dm C bB]

It was me and my sidekick
He was drunk and I was sick
We were caught up in a barroom fight
Till an Indian shot out the lights

I'm so tired of being tired
Sure as night will follow day
Most thing I worry about
Never happen anyway

I keep crawling back to you
I keep crawling back to you