Making my way down the road
in a story yet to unfold
Dogs started barking, so I sat down
and kicked off my shoes
Stranger say, "Boy ya carry quite load"
is the journey worth it's weight in gold?
So I picked up my guitar
and started singing the blues
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I been on this road so long,
can't remember quite where it began.
I held on this guitar so hard,
now it's my only friend.
Well, I been ramblin' up and down,
trying to find an end.
I aint been Home
sense I can't remember when.
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Been all over this country, coast to coast,
more times than I can count.
Playin' guitar, drinkin' and a fussing,
trying to find my way out.
I started out at the bottom, not a penny to my name,
and let the world do their best.
I came here with nothing,
and I still got most of it left.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
Making my way down the road
in a story yet to unfold
Dogs started barking, so I sat down
and kicked off my shoes
Stranger say, "Boy ya carry quite load"
is the journey worth it's weight in gold?
So I picked up my guitar
and started singing the blues
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I been on this road so long,
can't remember quite where it began.
I held on this guitar so hard,
now it's my only friend.
Well, I been ramblin' up and down,
trying to find an end.
I aint been Home
sense I can't remember when.
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Been all over this country, coast to coast,
more times than I can count.
Playin' guitar, drinkin' and a fussing,
trying to find my way out.
I started out at the bottom, not a penny to my name,
and let the world do their best.
I came here with nothing,
and I still got most of it left.
Am/Dm-7/Am/E-7
Am/Dm-7/Am-E-Am
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Am/Dm-7/Am/E-7
Am/Dm-7/F-G-Am
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