Suzy Bogguss - Souvenirs Ukulele

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SOUVENIRS (Gretchen Peters; recorded by Suzy Bogguss)
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[Actually in A; capo 2.]
[Each chord is half a measure.]
[F=320033, Gsus9=300233, C5/F=x30033, Gsus9/F=x30233.  Actually, I could
 probably give these chords different names (e.g., I could have written
 Gsus9/C as Dsus4/C), but that's not important.  The fingerings are what's
 important.]

F   Gsus9   F   Gsus9   C5/F   Gsus9/F   C5/F   Gsus9/F
[intro]
F   Gsus9   F   Gsus9   C5/F   Gsus9/F   C5/F   Gsus9/F
[intro]

F  Gsus9        F    Gsus9    C5/F  Gsus9/F   C5/F    Gsus9/F
   Set out like Kerouac             in  my  American car
F  Gsus9      F           Gsus9      C5/F  Gsus9/F      G        G
   Carrying a dream and a road map         deep in my American heart
F  Gsus9           F       Gsus9     C5/F  Gsus9/F         C5/F      Gsus9/F
  Where's those mountain majesties,         where's those waves of grain
F      Gsus9       F       Gsus9      C5/F  Gsus9/F   G           G
  Billboards from sea to shining sea,          man it ain't the same

They got Mount Rushmore on a cup, everybody needs one of those
For a dollar more they'll fill it up, you can drink out of Lincoln's nose
They got the Hard Rock t-shirts, they got Elvis too
Sooner or later, mark my words, they're gonna get you

F       F          C/E       C/E      G7sus4  G7sus4   G  G
   Well I've been searching for the promised land
          F     F     C/E   C/E   Dm7     Dm7  G  G
But it's just another neon come-on roadside stand
F  Gsus9      F          Gsus9      C5/F  Gsus9/F    C5/F      Gsus9/F
   Little tin toys that fall apart,       that's all they got here
F    Gsus9         F       Gsus9   C5/F  Gsus9/F     G   G
   I come all this way to find my heart, all I get is souvenirs

[repeat intro chords]

Baby I believed in you, I thought you believed in me
I thought we had a love that's true, not a close facsimile
Now I don't want your dime store ring, it turns my finger green
I don't want your dime store love, I want the real thing

Well I've been searching for the promised land
But it's just another neon come-on roadside stand
Little tin toys that fall apart, that's all we got here
I come all this way to find my heart, all I get is souvenirs