Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Autumn air it carries me there

Less than an hour to go

Six hundred miles an hour

 And still it feels so slow

I'm trying to get back to Burlington

 To a square in the center of town

 To a spot on a wooden table

 Where her feet didn't reach the ground

 And when she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon

 And her skin smelled of cider and rose

 And when she looked at me we both got quiet

 And my heart beats so hard we were in so close

Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

 And she called me her ugly American

 And I would call her my Canadian flower

 And I don't think that we'll ever be there again

 We had such power

 And she would call me her ugly American

 And I'll remember my Canadian rose

Especially when the fall comes to Burlington

 We were in so close

Harmonica solo

Intro chords

 I finally made it this town looks rearranged

 I don't know these people anymore

 But in the best ways not much else has changed

 From the way it was before

And at least they still have this certain table

 Where I once carved a particular name

 I run my fingers through the weathered carving

 And I almost can feel the same

 And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon

 As I ponder what my pilgrimage means

 And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here

 And I listen to the leaves

If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile

 And she called me her ugly American

 And I would call her my Canadian flower

 And I don't think that we'll ever be there again

 We had such power

 And she would call me her ugly American

 And I'll remember my Canadian rose

Especially when the fall comes to Burlington

 We were in so close

Harmonica solo

verse chords X3

Second and third time softer

 And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up

 Passionately springs in me and all things are possible

 Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day

At least it seemed that way

Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile

 And she called me her ugly American

 And I would call her my Canadian flower

 And I don't think that we'll ever be there again

 We had such power

 And she would call me her ugly American

 And I'll remember my Canadian rose

Especially when the fall comes to Burlington

 We were in so close

Intro chords

with harmonica)

End on B

Thanks guys; love this song, had to get the right chords out there!!!

-Fonzi