[Intro]
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| Am7 | C | G5 |
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[Strophe]
        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.
[Refrain]
         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
[Strophe]
            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
[Refrain]
         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
[Refrain]
        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