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A Bm D
It's the humming of the engines on the Greyhound bus and trains
A Bm C#m E
That keeps your memory on my mind and here with me
A Bm D A
Many miles have come between us, cold nights on some roadside
E A
Bringing back your gentle ways of loving me
A Bm D A
It's the thought of how you love me, how you treat me, how you thrill
me
Bm C#m E
That clears my fogged-up mind to where I see
A Bm D A
Some little girl as I walk by just looking at me sadly
A E A
Bringing back your gentle ways of loving me
E D
It's just your gentle ways of loving me
E A
It's just your gentle ways of loving me
A Bm D A
It's the happiness I've never found with other loves that bothers
Bm C#m E
And a mother saying how her child loves me
A Bm D A
And times you never talked about those late evening hours
E A
Bringing back your gentle ways of loving me
E D
It's just your gentle ways of loving me
E A
It's just your gentle ways of loving me
E D
It's just your gentle ways of loving me
E A
It's just your gentle ways of loving me
performed by the Byrds on "Dr. Byrds and Mr. Hyde"
Lead Vocal: Roger McGuinn Harmony: John York
Hot Guitar: Clarence White
Harmonica: Gene Parsons
Columbia Records 1969
The Byrds Truck Stop Girl written by Lowell George/Bill Payne
C# G# C# G#
His tail lights flickered as he pulled up to the truck stop
C# Fm Eb
The same old crowd was hanging out again tonight
C# G# Bbm Cm C# Eb
He said fill up my tank while I go check my load
C# G#
It feels like it's shifting all around
C# G# G#/G Fm C# G# Eb
He was the kind of man to do all he could above all he had integrity
C# Eb C# G# Eb C#
But he was so young and on a ten city run in love with a truck stop
G#
girl
C# G# C# G#
As he went inside he was merrily greeted
C# Fm Eb
By the girl with whom he was in love
C# G# Bbm Cm C# Eb
She held out a glass and said have another
C# G#
This is the last time we can meet
C# G# G#/G Fm
With her hair piled up high and a look in her eye
C# G# Eb
That would turn any good man's blood to wine
C# Eb C# G#
All his eyes could see all his eyes could see
Eb C# G#
Were the stares from all those around him
G#/G Fm C# G#
He ran out to the lot and climbed into his rig
C# G#
And drive off without tightening down
C# G# G#/G Fm
It was a terrible thing to see what remained
C# G# Eb
Of that rig that poor Danny was in
C# Eb C# G# Eb C# G#
He was young and on a ten city run in love with a truck stop girl
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