BUFFALO RIVER HOME - John Hiatt

INTRO:
E   A   E   A   E

VERSE 1
          B                                       E
I've been taking off + landing but this airport's closed
             A                         E             B
and how much thicker this fog is gonna get, God only knows
A
 Just when you think that you've got a grip,
  E                          /F# /G# A
reality sneaks off and gives you the slip-
E          B/D#      C#m     B    A          G#m      F#m
As if you ever knew what it was,  takin' you down the line.

CHORUS:
  B                   E         
  Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters
         A 
  of the South running helter skelter
                   E    B/D#   C#m
  Down through the Mississippi Delta 
  B       A                  B
  with no place to call your own.
            E      
  Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings,
  A
  all along the paint was peeling
             E      B/D#         C#m
  down to an Indian blanket on a pony,
  B       A            G#m       F#m
  with no rider in the flesh and bone
                  A             E
  Lookin' for his buffalo river home.

VERSE 2
          B                                  E 
I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square
          A                         E                     B
trying to fill up this hole in my soul, but nothing fits there
 A
Just when you think that you can let it rip
       E                                 /F# /G# A 
you're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips
E         B/D#      C#m          B       A       G#m      F#m 
As if you had someplace else to go, or a better way to get there.

CHORUS:
  B                   E         
  Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters
         A 
  of the South running helter skelter
                   E    B/D#   C#m
  Down through the Mississippi Delta 
  B       A                  B
  with no place to call your own.
            E      
  Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings,
  A
  all along the paint was peeling
             E      B/D#         C#m
  down to an Indian blanket on a pony,
  B       A            G#m       F#m
  with no rider in the flesh and bone
                  A             E
  Lookin' for his buffalo river home.

VERSE 3
             B                                               E 
Now there's only two things in life, but I forget what they are-
                      A                         E             
it seems we're either hangin on a moonbeams coattails or wishing
     B        A
on stars.      Just when you think that you've been gyped,
    E                               /F# /G#   A 
the bearded lady comes and does a double back flip
E                           B/D#  C#m             B   A    G#m   F#m
and you run off and join the circus yeah you just let that pony ride.

CHORUS:
  B                   E         
  Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters
         A 
  of the South running helter skelter
                   E    B/D#   C#m
  Down through the Mississippi Delta 
  B       A                  B
  with no place to call your own.
            E      
  Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings,
  A
  all along the paint was peeling
             E      B/D#         C#m
  down to an Indian blanket on a pony,
  B       A            G#m       F#m
  with no rider in the flesh and bone
                  A           /  E ...
  Lookin' for his buffalo river home.

OUT-TRO:  ...  /  E  /  A  /  A  /
         /  E  /  E  /  A  /  A  /  repeat an fade with lead