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Ryan Cassata - Soda Cans ukulele

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I can see soda cans, 
F
Clanking off the back of our hippie van,
Am                                                G
Driving to our log cabin house on the bay.
F 
I can see us sitting there, 
F
Rosy cheeks and long brown hair, 
Am                                     G
Collecting characters as they sway. 

F
And where are you now,
F
When I'm dreaming all this out? 
Am 
Does distance make the heart grow founder, 
G                                        F
Or does it make it wander…Around,
F
You can't promise this won't tear me down. 
Am 
You can hear me shout it out, 
G                                
Well I hold a heart of

F
…Doubt, 
F
I doubt that loves real anyway, 
F
Love, Love,
F 
Well you can hear me say... 

Am                   G
It's tearing me down
F
Well hold the ring boy,
G
Love will make you drown. 

F, F, Am, G 
Oh yeah, oh yeah.  

F 
I can see children,
F
Clinging to our knees cause where the ones they need. 
Am                                                   G
And grandma and grandpa wouldn't know. 
F 
I can see them growing up, 
F
Drinking up and throwing up, 
Am                                     G
Becoming wild gypsies like we. 

F
And where are you now,
F
When I'm dreaming all this out? 
Am 
Does distance make the heart grow founder, 
G                                        F
Or does it make it wander…Around,
F
You can't promise this won't tear me down. 
Am 
You can hear me shout it out, 
G                                
Well I hold a heart of

F
…Doubt, 
F
I doubt that loves real anyway, 
F
Love, Love,
F 
Well you can hear me say... 

Am                   G
It's tearing me down
F
Well hold the ring boy,
G                            F
Love will make you drown. 

Am                   G
It's tearing me down
F
Well hold the ring boy,
G
Love will make you drown. 

F, F, Am, G 

Love will make you drown 
Love will make you drown 


F 
Can you tell me if this distance, 
Makes loves to hard of a mission? 
F
Suspicion is brewing, 
I'm wishing and fishing, 
Am 
And thinking of a way, to get me out, 
G 
Game over angel, well here's a man down. 
F
But oh wait, can you tell if these feelings that I feel, 
F
Are useless or witty, or maybe they are real. 
Am
I can't find a true answer in my head, 
G
And I'm prancing around at the end! 

F
I can see soda cans, 
F
Clanking off the back of our hippie van,
Am                                                G
Driving to our log cabin house on the bay.
F 
I can see us sitting there, 
F
Rosy cheeks and long brown hair, 
Am                                     G
Collecting characters as they sway. 

Am                   G
But It's tearing me down
F
Well hold the ring boy,
G
Love will make you 
Am                   G
It's tearing me down
F
Well hold the ring boy,
G
Love will make you 
F
Drown

F, G, Am, G x2 
 
Oh yeah. 

www.ryancassata.com 

            
            
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