By: John Prine
Song:Flashback Blues
(Intro)
(C)        (G)        (C)        (F)         (C)        (G)         (C)

(C)While window shopping th(G7)rough the past
(C)I ran across a lo(F)oking glass
Re(C)flecting moments rem(G7)aining in a burned out li(C)ght(G7)
(C)Tragic magic pra(G7)yers of passion
(C)Stay the same through cha(F)nging fashions
They fr(C)eeze my mind like w(G7)ater on a winter's n(C)ight

(D7)Spent most of my youth
Out (G7)hobo cruising
(D7)And all I got for proof
Is ro(G7)cks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes
So (C)goodbye nonbel(G7)iever
D(C)on't you know that I h(F)ate to leave here
(C)So long babe, (G7)I got the flashback bl(C)ues.

(Instrumental)
(C)        (G)        (C)        (F)         (C)        (G7)        (C)

(C)Photographs sh(G7)ow the laughs
(C)Recorded in betwe(F)en the bad times
(C)Happy sailors danc(G7)ing on a sinking s(C)hip
(C)Cloudy skies and d(G7)ead fruit flies
(C)Waving goodbye with te(F)ars in my eyes
(C)Well, sure I made it but ya k(G7)now it was as hell of a t(C)rip.

(D7)Spent most of my youth
Out (G7)hobo cruising
(D7)And all I got for proof
Is ro(G7)cks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes
And t(C)en times what it grieves y(G7)ou
(C)That's how much more I h(F)ate to leave you now
(C)So long babe, (G7)I got the flashback bl(C)ues.
(Instrumental)


(D7)Spent most of my youth
Out (G7)hobo cruising
(D7)And all I got for proof
Is ro(G7)cks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes
So (C)goodbye nonbel(G7)iever
D(C)on't you know that I h(F)ate to leave here
(C)So long babe, (G7)I got the flashback bl(C)ues.(G7)    (C)   (C7)