SOUVENIRS (Gretchen Peters)
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[Actually in A; capo 2.]
[Each chord is half a measure.]
[G=320033, Gsus9=300233, G5/C=x30033, Gsus9/C=x30233.  Actually, I could
 probably give these chords different names (e.g., I could have written
 Gsus9/C as Dsus4/C), but that's not important.  The fingerings are what's
 important.]

G   Gsus9   G   Gsus9   G5/C   Gsus9/C   G5/C   Gsus9/C
[intro]
G   Gsus9   G   Gsus9   G5/C   Gsus9/C   G5/C   Gsus9/C
[intro]

G  Gsus9        G    Gsus9    G5/C  Gsus9/C   G5/C    Gsus9/C
   Set out like Kerouac             in  my  American car
G  Gsus9      G           Gsus9      G5/C  Gsus9/C      D        D
   Carrying a dream and a road map         deep in my American heart
G  Gsus9           G       Gsus9     G5/C  Gsus9/C         G5/C      Gsus9/C
  Where's those mountain majesties,         where's those waves of grain
G      Gsus9       G       Gsus9      G5/C  Gsus9/C   D           D
  Billboards from sea to shining sea,          man it ain't the same

They got Mount Rushmore on a cup, everybody needs one of those
For a dollar more they'll fill it up, you can drink out of Lincoln's nose
They got the Hard Rock t-shirts, they got Elvis too
Sooner or later, mark my words, they're gonna get you

C       C          G/B       G/B      D7sus4  D7sus4   D  D
   Well I've been searching for the promised land
          C     C     G/B   G/B   Am7     Am7  D  D
But it's just another neon come-on roadside stand
G  Gsus9      G          Gsus9      G5/C  Gsus9/C    G5/C      Gsus9/C
   Little tin toys that fall apart,       that's all they got here
G    Gsus9         G       Gsus9   G5/C  Gsus9/C     D   D
   I come all this way to find my heart, all I get is souvenirs

[repeat intro chords]

Baby I believed in you, I thought you believed in me
I thought we had a love that's true, not a close facsimile
Now I don't want your dime store ring, it turns my finger green
I don't want your dime store love, I want the real thing

Well I've been searching for the promised land
But it's just another neon come-on roadside stand
Little tin toys that fall apart, that's all we got here
I come all this way to find my heart, all I get is souvenirs



- transcribed by Adam Schneider, http://adamschneider.net/