Highway by Ingrid Michaelson
Capo 3
Listen to the recording to get the rhythm just right.
Intro:
Asus2 A Asus2 Amaj9 A Amaj9 A Asus4 Asus2 Asus4 Asus2 A
Verse 1: (same as intro)
Asus2 A Asus2 A Amaj9 A Amaj9
On a high--way along the atlantic
A Asus4 Asus2 Asus4 Asus2 A
I'm rifling through these last seventeen years
Asus2 A Asus2 A Amaj9 A Amaj9 A
The ra--dio waxes roman--tic
Asus4 Asus2 Asus4 Asus2 A
It's lulla-bies fill our eyes with tears
Chorus:
Amaj9 Asus4 A
We don't say a word
Amaj9 Asus4 A
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
Amaj9 Asus4 A
And how you've grown my little bird
Amaj9 Asus4 A
I'm regretting letting you fly
Verse 2:
6 pounds and 7 ounces
A ball of bones and flesh and tears were you
Now your hands, your tiny pink hands
Grew larger than my hands ever grew
We don't say a word
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
And how you've grown my little bird
I'm regretting letting you fly
I'm regretting letting you fly
I'm regretting letting you fly
Asus2 A
On a high--way
On a highway
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