D
Bm
D
Bm
A man's gotta know his limitations, Briggs
D
Bm
G
A
Or he will just explode
D
Bm
D
Bm
You lived in your imagination, Briggs
G
A
You blew up in the road
And I'm talking to you
And to you over there
And to you over there
G
D
You were riding in your car in San Francisco
You were riding through the weather and the rain
You were riding in your car in San Francisco
E
G
A
But you're never gonna ride that way again
A girl's got to know her situation, Clint
Or she will just move on
So if you have some information, squint
Through the keyhole, or down the barrel of your gun
And I'm talking to you
And I'm listening too
So you've got no excuse
I was riding in your car in San Francisco
I was riding through the weather and the rain
I was riding in your car in San Francisco
But I'm never gonna ride with you again
A boy's gotta go just where you put him, Mel
Or he will turn to steel
And if he does you must forget him, Mel
Unless you want him crawling through your dream
And I'm talking to you
I can talk, I can hear
Well what more do you want?
We were riding in your car in San Francisco
We were riding through the weather and the rain
Riding in your car in San Francisco
But we're never gonna ride that way again
A
G
We've all got a Briggs in us
D
A
Somewhere down the road
A
G
I don't know about you folks but
D
A
This Briggs will explode
A man's gotta know his limitations, Briggs