Tom: C
G C
Let’s get out of this country
I’ll admit I am bored with me
I drowned my sorrows and slept around
When not in body at least in mind
D
We’ll find a cathedral city
F G C
You can convince me I am pretty
We’ll pick berries and recline
Let’s hit the road dear friend of mine
Wave goodbye to our thankless jobs
We’ll drive for miles maybe never turn off
We’ll find a cathedral city
you can be handsome I’ll be pretty
D Am
What does this city have to offer me?
Everyone else thinks it’s the bee’s knees
D C
What does this city have to offer me?
C
I just can’t see
G C
I just can’t see
Let’s get out of this country
I have been so unhappy
Smell the Jasmine my head was turned
I feel like getting confessional
We’ll find a cathedral city you can convince me I am pretty
What does this city have to offer me?
Everyone else thinks it’s the bee’s knees
What does this city have to offer me?
I just can’t see
I just can’t see
