Valley Road

Short tables and no slop eight ball, line of crank off his gold top Les Paul Dm Bb F Woke you up, set you right, kept you talkin' to the middle of the next night F He had the stance, major attitude, vibrato you could o' thrown a cat through Dm Bb F Fb A little much, a little heavy I guess the world just wasn't ready F Just a ghost from back a long time ago, blue-eyed shadow you never mention anymore Dm Bb F Nothin' ventured, nothin' saved, you poured it out like bourbon on a fresh grave Dm Bb F And learned your lesson well Dm Bb F And learned your lesson well Chorus: Dm Bb No helmet or a care in the world Dm Bb Bein' such a bad little girl Dm Bb Your face buried in the back of his shirt D# Bb Shut your eyes and you'll never get hurt F On the Valley road Black wall, looking through the front door, mirror ball in the middle of the dance floor And in the dream, it's still the same but in the daylight none of that remains Waking up to the cold hard facts, seems like everybody's livin' in the third act That's how it happens, it's kinda weird, the whole scene just disappeared We learned our lesson well We learned our lesson well Solo He missed a curve on a hard tail sled, nothin' broken 'Cept for his head You know it's kinda fittin' somehow, hard to picture what he'd look like now You learned your lesson well, you learned your lesson well You learned your lesson well, you learned your lesson well Chorus No helmet or a care in the world Bein' such a bad little girl Your face buried in the back of his shirt Shut your eyes and you'll never get hurt Chorus 2: Flying in the Papago Wind Half way to Gila Bend No Helmet or a care in the world Bein' such a bad little girl On the Valley road (Thanks to David for corrections)