G-A-C-Am G-A-C-Am G-A-C-Am G-A-C-Am G Am Paris isn't that romantic C Am If you don't have any money G Am Those cafes aren't so cute to walk by C Am When you're hungry G Am Our campground on the outskirts of town C Am Was all we could afford to do G Am We were so sick of bein' in the big cities C Am And this one seemed so rude, rude, rude G Am We mailed home all our huge rolls of film G Am And all the change that we couldn't use G Am We bumped into some girls that we knew from Texas G Am Saw the Mona Lisa, her smile seemed so cruel Am And we used our last ticket to take the train C To a boat on the coast that would take us away G To a place that we hoped F Would be the end of our sorrows Am When we got there we were way too late C There was no way we could leave that day G We would have to find a place to stay F And try again tomorrow Am We found a secret place to crash C In a bush by the docks That was filled with trash G F We cleared a spot and we called it a day Am And I wished that I brought my guitar C As I looked through the bush Up at the stars G F Fell asleep and got woke up by the rain C G We waited on the porch for the doors to open Am And we asked the guy if there was any reason hopin' C G He said, "Don't give up, Am Cross your fingers, wish for luck" C G So I cast my spells and I made my curses Am Wishin' that a truck would get stuck C G And then we could take their place, Am And leave France that day.