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Capo 2 Fret Intro/Verses (For the chorus us a standard open G chord) G C D e|------0-0-0-------0-0-0----0-----2--2---0-----2--2-------------------------| B|-0-0--1-1-1--0-0--1-1-1----1--0--3--3---1--0--3--3-------------------------| G|-0-0--0-0-0--0-0--0-0-0----0--0--2--2---0--0--2--2-------------------------| D|-0-0--2-2-2--0-0--2-2-2----2--0--0--0---2--0--0--0-------------------------| A|------x-x-x-------x-x-x----x-----0--0---x-----0--0-------------------------| E|------x-x-x-------x-x-x----x-----x--x---x-----x--x-------------------------| Accordion e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| B|--0--1--3--3--1------------------------------------------------------------| G|-----------------2---------------------------------------------------------| D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| C G D C G D G Drivin' down a dry summer's day, old route 66 and I was just a kid C G D G Met a pretty little Indian girl along the way C G D Got her into my car and tried to give her a kiss C G D G "I'll give you beads and wampum" C G D G "Whatever it takes, girl to make you trade" C D C D She jumped into the back seat and she kinda flipped her lid C D She said, "You're trying to get somethin' for nothing C G D Like the pilgrims in the olden days." G C G D G C C G D G We rode for a while, till the sun went away C G D G I realized it was a sort of an honor being around this girl C G D I felt embarrassed of what I tried to do earlier that day C G D She was the saddest girl I ever knew C D G She told me stories about the Indian nations C G D And how the white man stole their lives away C G D And although she kinda liked me, she could never trust me C G D And when the sun comes up, we go our different ways G D Now everybody has got the choice C D Between hotdogs and hamburgers G D Every one of us has got to choose Em Between right and wrong C D And givin' up or holdin' on C G D G So I dropped her off at some railroad crossing in Texas C G D G An old Indian man was waiting there C G D G He smiled and thanked me but he saw right through me C G D G I could tell he didn't like me, for my kind, he did not care C G D Because to him, I was the white man C G D The one who sold him something that he already owned C G D And it was like he'd been ridin' in the car right there with us C G D And I felt ashamed of my actions and the way the west was really won G C So I drove down the highway, till I came to Los Angeles G D To the town of the angels, the best this country can do G C I got down on my knees and I ask for forgiveness D I said, "lord, forgive us, for we know not what we do." G D Now everybody has got the choice C D Between hotdogs and hamburgers G D Every one of us has got to choose Em Between right and wrong C D And givin' up or holdin' on