Guitar chord Riding To New York

Key:  C
                
Am7
                          
C
                    
G
                            
F
 
Well, I met him in Minnesota he was dark and overcast
          
Am7
                                
C
 
with long grey hair and eyes that stared
G
 
through me like I was glass
F
                                            
Am7
 
I asked, where are you going to?
      
G
                                                        
F
 
He said, I'm the wind, I'm just blowin' through
          
Am7
                                        
C
                          
G
 
Then he lit up a cigarette and began to talk
                  
Am7
                                      
C
 
See the doctors told me that my body won't hold me
      
G
                                          
F
 
My lungs are turning black
          
Am7
                                              
C
 
Been Lucky Strike's fool since I was at school
                      
G
 
Now there ain't no turning back
          
F
                                
Am7
                      
G
                                                
F
 
They can't tell me how long I've got, maybe months, but maybe not
              
Am7
                                  
C
                                
G
 
So I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
                  
Dm
                              
Am7
                                  
G
 
'Cause I wanna see my grand-daughter one last time
                
Dm
                                
Am7
 
Want to hold her close and feel her tiny
C
                                      
G
 
Heartbeat next to mine
            
Dm
                                    
Am7
 
Wanna see my son and the man he's become
C
                                                    
G
 
Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done
                
F
                                    
Am7
    
G
 
And I'd do it if I had to walk
                
F
                                      
G
                                  
Am7
 
Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
                        
Am7
                      
C
                    
G
                        
F
 
Through the forests of Wisconsin, that I knew as a boy
                      
Am7
                  
C
                              
G
 
Past the skyline of Chicago, 'round the lakes of Illinois
F
                                  
Am7
 
I lay my head in a motel bed
                  
G
                                            
F
 
When my back get sore and my eyes turn red
        
Am7
                              
C
                          
G
 
And listen to the trucks roll past my door
                          
Am7
                
C
                
G
                                      
Am7
 
Through the fields of Ohio as the sunshine paints them gold
          
Am7
                        
C
                    
G
 
I'll run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold
F
                                    
Am7
                    
G
                            
F
 
Fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turn-pike tolls
Am7
                            
C
                        
G
 
I won't stop 'til I get to New York
                  
Dm
                        
Am7
                          
G
 
'Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last time
            
Dm
                        
Am7
                  
C
                          
G
 
Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine
              
Dm
                                          
Am7
 
Now my time is short, I wanna see my daughter
C
                                                          
G
 
Tell her I'm sorry for the things I taught her
                
F
                                    
Am7
        
G
 
And I'd do it if I had to walk
                
F
                                              
G
                              
Am7
 
Oh, I'm taking this bike and I'm riding to New York
                
Dm
                      
Am7
                              
G
 
And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time
        
Dm
                                        
Am7
 
Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me
        
C
                                  
G
 
The best years of my life
                
F
                                  
Am7
      
G
 
And I'd do it if I had to walk
                    
F
                                  
Am7
      
G
 
Yeah, I'd do it if I had to walk
        
F
                                      
G
                                
Am7
 
I'm taking this bike and riding to New York