Tom: F
F Dm
[Verse]
F
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
Dm
'Til I picked up a quarter from 1979
F
Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans
Dm
Worn in boyfriend button down Levis
F
In the saints town I can't seem to figure out
Dm
How to get around, but I ain't moving on
F
Threw the quarter in an old street case
Dm
And I'll be damned, he started playing our song
[Chorus]
F Dm
Six degrees of separation
F Dm
You're all over this damn nation
F Dm
But I'm out of your reach geographically
F Dm
But you still find a way to get a hold on me
F Dm
And it's six degrees of separation
[Verse]
F
Hailed a cab up in NYC
Dm
Saw an ad for a litigation lawyer on a bus stop bench
F
Sitting waiting for the red light to turn green
Dm
Smoke-breakers flirting on the steps of Merrill Lynch
F
Hit the Roosevelt, took it to the 12th
Dm
Got a funny feeling as I put my key in the door
F
Never seen the likes of these city light
Dm
I swear to god, son I've been here before
[Chorus]
F
Six degrees of separation
Dm
You're all over this damn nation
F
I'm out of your reach geographically
Dm
You still find a way to get a hold on me
F Dm
And it's six degrees of separation
F Dm
Well, it's six degrees of separation
F Dm
Yeah, it's six degrees of separation
F
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
Dm
'Til I picked up a quarter from 1979
