No Particular Place to Go    (intro) (Listen to midi)

 

    D ~                                           G   

1.      Riding along in my automobile, my baby beside me at the wheel.

                                                   C                                      G

    I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile, my curiosity running wild,                    

                                            D                                            G

    crusin' and playin' the radio with no particular place to go.

 

                                                G

2. Riding along in my automobile, I's anxious to tell her the way I feel,

                                               C                                 

    so I told her softly and sincere,

                                                                 G

    and she leaned and whispered in my ear,

                                              D                                             G

    cuddlin' more and drivin' slow with no particular place to go.

 

Instr. :   G – C – G – D – C -G 

 

                                       G                                                       

3. No particular place to go, so we parked way out on the Kokomo.

                                                                      C

    The night was young and the moon was gold,

                                                       G

    so we both decided to take a stroll.

                                              D                                                   G

    Can you image the way I felt, I couldn't unfasten her safety belt.

                              

                                           G

4. Riding along in my calaboose, still trying to get her belt a-loose,

                                                C                                                                           

    all the way home I held a grudge,

                                                       G

    for the safety belt that wouldn't budge.

                                              D                                             G

    Crusin' and playing the radio, with no particular place to go.

 

    G – C – G – D – C – G             G – C – G – D – C – G

 

    (Chuck Berry)