Bishop Allen - Chinatown Bus Chords

  C
I caught the bus in Chinatown
    Em                        F
And slept the whole way up I-95
                              Am                              D
The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him alive and I 
                    G                            C
guess I believe his rhythm on that morning after New Year's Eve


    C
And I remember Shanghai
       Em                               F
How I wasn't sure just what was safe to eat
                                 Am                              D
The chickens pecked and wandered at the barefeet of the children hawking 
                     G
figurines of workers smiling
                   C
What's the Chinese word for cheese?


C
Watched a sidewalk butcher
       Em                              F                           Am
His instinctive understanding made the carcass snap and clarify beneath his
                          D                                 G
nimble hand that held the knife so long, so many times, the handles' changed 
                        C
to shapes just like his fingers and his palms


    C         Em
And I, I am a broken glass
F
Shards upon the floor
Am
Won't hold nothing anymore


    C         Em
And I, I am a broken glass
F
Shards upon the floor
Am
Won't hold nothing anymore
   C
Anymore


     C
It's 2AM in Tokyo
     Em                                F                               Am
And still too soon to call back to the people who will soon begin the day I 
                        D                           G
polished off and I will walk a mile amidst the neon lights that advertise 
            C
but I don't know just what they sell


  C
I tell the taxi driver
       Em
To the park, a higher tone
    F                                           Am
And his gloves his pristine white just like the girls I used to know would 
D
wear to dance their first cotillion
G                              C
Every single one of them named Jennifer


  C
I clutched at the Saint Christopher
  Em                              F                             Am
I picked up at some country abbey long ago when I believed he'd keep me safe 
                  D                                  G
and make me happy but it seems the luck he brings is not the common currency 
  C
a penny in Japan


    C         Em
And I, I am a broken glass
F
Shards upon the floor
Am
Won't hold nothing anymore


    C         Em
And I, I am a broken glass
F
Shards upon the floor
Am
Won't hold nothing anymore

    C         Em
And I, I am a broken glass
F
Shards upon the floor
Am
Won't hold nothing anymore
C
Anymore