{title: Oude Maasweg}
{artist: Amazing Stroopwafels}
{time: 4/4}
{tempo: 90}
{key: Cm}
{duration: 3:15}
{meta: author Frans-Willem Post, 2026-05-06}
{start_of_verse: Verse 1}
[Cm] sitting on a highway in a [Ddim/C]broken van
[G7] thinking of you a[Cm]gain [Bbm7]
[Ab] guess I have to hitch hike to the [Eb]station [Db]
[Ab] with every step I see your [Eb]face [G7/D]
[Cm] like a mirror looking [Ddim/C]back at me
[G7]saying you're the only [Cm]one [Bbm7]
[Ab] making me feel I could sur[Eb]vive [Db]
[Ab] I'm so glad to be a[Eb]live [G7/D]
[Cm] nowhere to run and not a gui[Cm7]tar to play [Bbm7] [Eb]
[Ab] mixed up in[Eb/G]side and it's been [F]raining all [Ab]day
[Eb/Bb] since you [G/B]went a-[Cm]way [Bbm7] [Eb]
[Ab] Manhattan [Ab/Bb]Island Sere[Eb]nade [G7/D]
{end_of_verse}
{start_of_part: Solo}
[Cm] [Ddim/C] [G7] [Cm] [Bbm7]
[Ab] [Eb] [Db]
[Ab] [Eb] [G7/D]
[Cm] [Cm7] [Bbm7] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb/G] [F] [Ab]
[Eb/Bb] [G/B] [Cm] [Bbm7] [Eb]
[Ab] [Ab/Bb] [Eb] [G7/D]
{end_of_part}
{start_of_verse: Verse 2}
[Cm] ik zit hier op de snelweg met een [Ddim/C]lege tank
[G7]regen klettert op het [Cm]dak [Bbm7]
[Ab] ik zal nu wel naar huis toe moeten [Eb]liften [Db]
[Ab] ik denk aan jou bij elke [Eb]stap [G7/D]
[Cm] in de verte blijft de [Ddim/C]Transit staan
[G7]ik kom nooit meer van je [Cm]los [Bbm7]
[Ab] ik zie de Caltex in de [Eb]nevel [Db]
[Ab] olievlekken op de [Eb]Maas [G7/D]
[Cm] ik loop wel door maar ik kan [Cm7]nergens heen [Bbm7] [Eb]
[Ab] 't-regent nog [Eb/G]steeds en ik voel me [F]zo alleen [Ab]
[Eb/Bb] nu 'k je [G/B]nooit meer [Cm]zie [Bbm7] [Eb]
[Ab] Oude [Ab/Bb]Maasweg kwart voor [Eb]drie
[Eb/Bb] nu 'k je [G/B]nooit meer [Cm]zie [Bbm7] [Eb]
[Ab] Oude [Ab/Bb]Maasweg kwart voor [Csus4add9]drie
{end_of_verse}