DOWN THE LINE (Gabe Zander/BMI) 1998

(uptempo bluegrass beat)

          D                                  A                 
Well, I'm ready to go; I'm all packed up; my two-weeks' notice at my job is up;
    G                            A                     D
I'm through with this screwed up town; I'm saying good-bye.
    D                                        A             
I'm not quite sure where I'm gonna go, but I should have done this long ago,
    G                    A                 D
And that's right, woman; you're the reason why.
              D                                A    
'Cause you're always playing with my mind, and making me think that you'll be mine,
G               A                D
One day soon, tomorrow, if not today.
          D                                           A
Well, you lift me up, then you let me down; well, I'm pickin' myself up from the ground;
    G                  A                D
I'm tired of all these rotten games you play.

(chorus):
       G                        D                  G                D
And as sure as I'm singing this song, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone;
             G                                       A
Suppose I'll miss you too, but I can't waste no more time,
         G             D                    G                 D
And it's sad, but it's true, that all these things I feel for you
            G               A               D
Are wishful thinking so I'm movin' down the line.

(break)

Well, it's anywhere but here or bust, so I'm parkin' my ass on a Greyhound bus,
And I ain't gettin' off till I'm miles and miles away.
Maybe Atlanta; New York's too close; I like the sound of Nashville most;
There's one place I'll have tons of songs to play.
Typical numbers about broken hearts, and being led on right from the start
Of something that you thought was real and true.
Maybe I'll find a new love there, but to tell the truth, I just don't care,
'Cause with my luck, she'll turn out just like you.

(chorus)
(break)

(closing chorus):

Well, as sure as I'm singin' this song, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone;
Suppose I'll miss you too but I can't waste no more time,
And it's sad but it's true; I'm gettin' tired of waiting for you,
And you'll be bawlin' when I move on down the line.

You'll be bawlin' when I move on down the line.