Sounds about right to me, but any corrections, mail me at boavspython@googlemail.com

Title: Moab
Artist: Conor Oberst
Album: Conor Oberst
Capo: I


Intro
D, G, Em, A
D, G, A


  D               Em
I used up your compassion
        G              D
So I've come to make a trade
        D                 G           A
You can hate me but just love me in return
       D               Em
And if I know where to find you
     G                D
I'll stay out of your way
  D                 G              Em            A
I won't come beg to borrow all the happiness you earned


          Em                    A
I'll just slide back down to the bottom
          Em                    A
While you make your place in the hills


        D                G           D
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
        D                G           D
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
D                 A        Em              G
Washed under the blacktop, gone beneath my wheels
        D                A           D
There's nothing that the road cannot heal


D, G, Em, A
D, G, A


             D                 Em
They say the sun won't burn forever
             G             D
but that's a science too exact
      D                      G                  A
I can prove it- watch, we're crossing the state line
          D                 Em
See those headlights coming towards us?
       G             D
That's someone going back
     D                     G
To a town they said they'd never,yeah -
     Em                A
They swore it on their lives


        Em                   A
But you can't break out of a circle
         Em                  A
That you never knew you were in


        D                G           D
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
        D                G           D
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
D                 A        Em              G
Washed under the blacktop, gone beneath my wheels
        D                A           D
There's nothing that the road cannot heal


           G
Some would spend their precious time
          A
Trying to decorate their lives
       D                A                  G
Taking measurements for some new look they want
G                            A
So from one to ten - ten's exactly what I am
D          A              G
Zero being everything I'm not
        D    A  G
Tell me what you like
      D    A   G
Is it less than five?
      D    A   G
Is it less than five?

Cm, G, Cm, G
Cm, Bm, A, G, D

          D                G           D
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
          D                G           D
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
     D             A
When I make it to Moab
      Em*              G
I'll get my canteen filled
           D              A          D
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
D                  A        Em*                G
Washed under the blacktop, gone beneath my wheels
          D               A          D
There's nothing that the road cannot heal




*Bm fits in place of these chords aswell