G C Well shes city nights and broadway marquee signsG C and im just one red light down past an old cafeG C and her world spins fast concrete, steel and glassG C and mine moves more like molasses on a wednesdayAm D so how can we love so good and live so differently [Chorus]G C she likes the view from the penthouse suiteG she likes the sound of those city streetsD C at 2am when i got satin pillows pulled over my headG C and i like taking the long way homeEm and getting lost down dusty backwood roadsAm well i cant blame her for not caring where they might leadC D well maybe shes too new york, or maybe im too tennessee[Verse]G C she makes me laugh martini in her handG C as shes trying to imitate my southern drawG C looking too cute in my old straw hatG C but that womans no cowgirl at allAm D sometimes it makes me wonder what she sees in me [Chorus]G C she likes the view from the penthouse suiteG she likes the sound of those city streetsD C at 2am when i got satin pillows pulled over my headG C and i like taking the long way homeEm and getting lost down dusty backwood roadsAm well i cant blame her for not caring where they might leadC D well maybe shes too new york, or maybe im too tennessee [Bridge]C G maybe i shold question whyC D and just catch a red eye flight [Chorus/Outro]G C she likes the view from the penthouse suiteG she likes the sound of those city streetsD C at 2am when i got satin pillows pulled over my headG C and i like taking the long way homeEm and getting lost down dusty backwood roadsAm well i cant blame her for not caring where they might leadC D well maybe shes too new york, or maybe im too tennessee
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