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| D | D | D | D | [Verse 1]
D G D A Dusty road, buried dreams, pieces on the ground
A D G D Saw the ghosts of empty streets, of that West Virginia town
D G D A You worked for years on swing shift at the oil refinery
A D G D You loved your wife and your kids, and one of those kids was me
Bm Em And the sweat upon your brow was like the tears of Heaven pouring out
A You said, "Keep walking on down, down this dusty road
G D We're gonna make it somehow" [Verse 2]
D G D A Now I wish that you were here, you'd be amazed to see
A D G D That today looks like a page torn from nineteen-thirty-three
Bm Em In my dreams to you I run, in golden fields where angels kiss the sun
A You say, "Keep walking on down, down this dusty road
G D We're gonna make it somehow"
Bm I can feel it, feel it in my bones
Em That there's a place up ahead that looks like home
A We keep walking on down, down this dusty road
G A7 We're gonna make it somehow (Make it somehow)
G We're gonna make it somehow Yes, we are [Instrumental]
| D | D | D | A |
| A | A | D G | D | [Verse 3]
Bm And a peace comes to me now
Em Like a steady hand to lead us out
A We keep walking on down, down this dusty road
G D We're gonna make it somehow
Bm I can feel it, feel it in my bones
Em That there's a place up ahead that looks like home
A We keep walking on down, down this dusty road
G A7 We're gonna make it somehow (Make it somehow)
G We're gonna make it somehow
(D) Yes, we are [Outro]
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| A | A | D G | D |
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Composição: Cindy Morgan e Michael W. Smith

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