Open Road chords by Smut Peddlers

SimplifiedA5 · C5 · Eb5 · Dm · G5 …

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Intro 1
A5 
C5 
A5 
C5 
A5 
Eb5 
C5 
A5 
Eb5 
Dm 
C5 
A5 
Eb5 
Dm 
C5 
A5 
Eb5 
Dm 
C5 
A5 
G5 
F#5 
A5 
G5 
F 
A5 
E 
Ass,

Verse 1

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Verse 2
Gas or Grass, No one rides for free
A5 
Trucking down the open road,
Dm 
C5 
which way do I turn
A5 
Yeah I carry a heavy load,
Dm 
C5 
but I've got rocket fuel to burn
A5 
Threw my father's ashes off a pier be
Dm 
C5 
A5 
cause I didn't pay for an urn
Then clashes of faith and fear,
C5 
A5 
no love for which I yearn
G5 
Over the hills lies a nuclear

Verse 3
desert
A5 
I go there to feel a transcendental
pleasure
G5 
Rotting burger joints are like
F 
buried treasure
A5 
Their emotional value cannot
E 
be measured

Verse 4
A5 
Flying down the open road,
Dm 
C5 
covering lots of ground
A5 
Back in the city the people are cold,
Dm 
C5 
media babies abound
A5 
Now I am ready to do what I'm told,
Dm 
C5 
but my father's no longer around
A5 
Surrogate elders whose secrets unfold,
Dm 
C5 
A5 
my guts tie in knots at the sound
G5 
Over the hills lies a nucle

Verse 5
F#5 
A5 
ar desert
I go there to feel a transcendental
pleasure
G5 
Rotting burger joints are like
buried treasure
A5 
E 
Their emotional value cannot be measured

Interlude 1
A5 
Dm 
A5 
Dm 
A5 
Dm 
A5 
Dm 
A 
A5 
Dm 
G5 
F 
A5 
G5 
F 
A5 
E 
A5 
Hammering down the

Verse 6
Dm 
open road,
C5 
much more pavement to pound
A5 
Dm 
Got to figure out which way to go
C5 
A5 
before I head back to town
Dm 
Easter California ocean plateau,
C5 
no one for miles around
A5 
Dm 
Parched white cross where the wind always blows
C5 
A5 
at it's foot lies a body sized mound
G 
G5 
F#5 
A5 
Over the hills lies a nuclear desert I go there to feel

Verse 7
a transcend
A 
ental pleasure
A5 
G5 
Rotting burger joints are like
buried treasure
F 
A5 
Their emotional value
E 
cannot be measured
A5 
Superficial test patterns living

Verse 8
Dm 
a lie
C5 
A5 
see me as being a clown
A 
A5 
People who matter are dropping like
C5 
flies, the bastards are grinding them down
A5 
A 
A5 
Eb5 
Now I realize that nobody knows,
C5 
the answers will never be found
A5 
Dm 
Back to the junkyard of smog- eating souls
C5 
A5 
in beautiful tinsel town
G5 
G 
A5 
A 
Over the hills lies a nuclear desert   I go there to feel

Verse 9
a transcendental
A5 
pleasure
G5 
Rotting burger joints are like
F#5 
buried treasure
A5 
Their emotional value
A 
cannot be measured
E 
Ass, Gas or Grass,