Intro: GG I was young and I was stupid I had just turned seventeenEm I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville TennesseeC Em C Em I packed my antihistamines and tuppaware drumsC Em A harmonica and a box guitarD In a canvas covered wagon stuffed with apples and with gunsG We quietly slipped across the border into ArkansasEm But still we couldn't find what it was we were looking forC Em C Em So we trucked on down to try our luck along the Rio GrandeC Em But I couldn't help but notice howD The little things that used to make us happy make us sadG But I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your starEm I never would have got here if I followed my heartC I didn't think much of it until i took it apartD I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your starG We never ever made it down to Nashville in the endEm And noone ever signed our stupid country disco bandC Em C Em However hard we tried it never seemed enoughC Em We never did get famous,D Still it made us kinda happy and it get me off the drugsG And now I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your starEm I never would have got here if I followed my heartC I didn't think much of it until i took it apartD I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your starD To your starD To your starD To your star[Instrumental: A A (F#m) A A (F#m) D E D E D E D E]A I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your starF#m I never would have got here if I followed my heartD I didn't think much of it til i took it apartE I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your starA I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your starF#m I'm happy if you're happy but it breaks our heartsD I didn't even notice until it fell apartE I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your starA To your starF#m To your starD To your starE I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your
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