Highway 1, tb by whatsername - www.whatsername.at
Intro one, two – a one, two three, four you doing it fucking wrong
Verse1
B D E A B I´m on A midnight dead trip
I'm on a mission from God.
A stolen car and a death wish.
To hell on Highway 1
Chorus
E
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
E B B
I'm gonna fly til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
E
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
F#
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
G A
I'm al--ive!!!
Verse2
B D E A B
As the wind comes off the ocean.
And my hair is combed just right.
I'm in a stolen locomotion.
Straight out of 1965.
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Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
So, pass the bottle, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my friends and a shark skin jacket.
Nothing to lose, gonna live it up 'til I die.
I'm al—ive, Whoo!!
Guitar Solo 4x verse theme B D E A B
Verse3
B D E A B
Well, on the night before the supper.
And I'm gonna smash the glass just right.
So, give me one good dose of thunder.
Before I fall on my ass tonight.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
I'm al--ive!!!
B D E A B C'mon!
B D E A B Hahaha!
2x B D E A B
