C At fifteen we had to leave the States again
Dad was stationed at an R.A.F. base they called F Mildenhall
Black moss on a C busted wall

C The cobblestones made it hard to skate
I thought my flattop was so new wave until it F melted away
In the C Suffolk rain
Well god G damn, you miss the U.S. C A.

F Then a kid in class passed me a C tape
F An invitation, not the hand of C fa-G ate

C I guess my shoes said I might relate
Somehow she knew I’d like to stay up waiting with F her in the cold
For cheap beer and C rock ’n roll
Which in G time put lots of things in my C mind

F A kid in class passed me a C tape
F We saw some bands down at the corn ex-C cha-G ange

C I wonder where my sister was that night
Back at home under the tanning bed lights, I can F still see the glow
Strange rays from C her window
Each G night, as I was skating C home

C Started messing with my dad’s guitar
Taught me some chords just to start me off F whittling away
on those C rainy days
And that’s G how we get to where we are C now

F A kid in class passed me a C tape
F A band called The Jesus and the Mary C Cha-G ain

C I started messing with my dad’s guitar
He taught me some chords just to start me off
F Whittling away on all of those C rainy days
And that’s G how we get to where we are C now
And that’s G how we get to where we are F now F