Gregory Alan Isakov - Big black car

^EmYou were a ^Dphonograph, ^CI was a^G kid ^EmI sat with an ^Dear close, just ^Clisteni^Gng I was ^Emthere when the ^Drain tapped her^C way down you ^Gface You were a ^Emmiracle, ^DI was just ^Cholding your ^Gspace

Well ^Emtime has a ^Dway of throwing it ^Call in your ^Gface The ^Empast, she is ^Dhaunted, the ^Cfuture is ^Glaced ^EmHeartbreak, ya ^Dknow, drives a ^Cbig black ^Gcar SWear ^EmI was in the ^Dback seat, just ^Cminding my ^Gown

^DAnd through the glass, the c^Corn crows come like ^Grain They wont s^Dtay, they wont ^Emstay For t^Goo long now This could be a^Dll that we ^Emknow Of ^Alove and all.

Well ^Emyou were a d^Dancer, ^CI was a ^Grag The ^Emsong in my h^Dead, well was a^Cll that I ^Ghad ^EmHope was a l^Detter I ^Cnever could ^Gsend ^EmLove was a c^Dountry we ^Ccouldnt ^Gdefend.

^DAnd through the carniv^Cal we watch them ^Ggo round and ^Dround All we knew of ^Chome was just a ^Gsunset and some ^Dclowns

Well y^Emou were a ^Dmagazine, ^CI was a ^Gplane jane Just ^Emwalking the ^Dsidewalks all ^Ccovered in ^Grain ^EmLove to just ^Dget into ^Cone of your ^Gstories ^EmJust me and ^Dall of my ^Cplane jane g^Glory