G                     C
Let’s get out of this country 
I’ll admit I am bored with me 
I drowned my sorrows and slept around 
When not in body at least in mind 
      D
We’ll find a cathedral city 
F                       G     C
You can convince me I am pretty 

We’ll pick berries and recline 
Let’s hit the road dear friend of mine 
Wave goodbye to our thankless jobs 
We’ll drive for miles maybe never turn off 
We’ll find a cathedral city
you can be handsome I’ll be pretty 

D                           Am
What does this city have to offer me? 
Everyone else thinks it’s the bee’s knees
D                           C 
What does this city have to offer me? 
C
I just can’t see 
             G   C
I just can’t see 

Let’s get out of this country 
I have been so unhappy 
Smell the Jasmine my head was turned 
I feel like getting confessional 
We’ll find a cathedral city you can convince me I am pretty 

What does this city have to offer me? 
Everyone else thinks it’s the bee’s knees 
What does this city have to offer me? 
I just can’t see 
I just can’t see