| D | D | D | D | [Verse 1]D G D A Dusty road, buried dreams, pieces on the groundA D G D Saw the ghosts of empty streets, of that West Virginia townD G D A You worked for years on swing shift at the oil refineryA D G D You loved your wife and your kids, and one of those kids was meBm Em And the sweat upon your brow was like the tears of Heaven pouring outA You said, "Keep walking on down, down this dusty roadG 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 seeA D G D That today looks like a page torn from nineteen-thirty-threeBm Em In my dreams to you I run, in golden fields where angels kiss the sunA You say, "Keep walking on down, down this dusty roadG D We're gonna make it somehow"Bm I can feel it, feel it in my bonesEm That there's a place up ahead that looks like homeA We keep walking on down, down this dusty roadG 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 nowEm Like a steady hand to lead us outA We keep walking on down, down this dusty roadG D We're gonna make it somehowBm I can feel it, feel it in my bonesEm That there's a place up ahead that looks like homeA We keep walking on down, down this dusty roadG A7 We're gonna make it somehow (Make it somehow)G We're gonna make it somehow(D) Yes, we are [Outro]| D | D | D | A || A | A | D G | D |
Dusty Road
Michael W. Smith
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