I Chose This Road

Walt Wilkins

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Tom:
C I chose this road
F Straight from the Texas Hill Country, a natural born highway junkie
F C Never much money but I always kept some faith
F And sometimes without knowing where I was going
F C G I just kept rollin anyways on to better days
C I chose this road
F I've been blinded, divided, reunited
F C Held together with prayer and nickle-coated wire guitar strings
F I scraped my ass of every rough patch but I kept dreaming bout green grass
F C G And the day I'd grow some wings, get me some beautiful wings
C I chose this road
F I met pilgrims and seekers, lion-hearted preachers and tea-leaf readers
C Yeah, I like folks who hear a call
F Wise outsiders, barrel riders, pilots of jet plane fighters,
C G Watched some of 'em fall, but I tell you, I’ve loved them all Bridge:
F I chose this road, and I'd do it again, I'd grab the wind, take another spin
C I chose this road
F Yeah, Tennessee nearly got the best of me
F C And when I leave, I'll go thankfully, with the tip of my hat
F And when I am tempted to regret ever leaving Texas I just remember
F C G She's always been right here in me, and that's a fact, you can bet your ranch on that Bridge
C I chose this road
F And I've been as lucky as lucky gets, a tune in every step
F C And for every regret, there's been a bucket of joy
F And if God sheds some more grace, and the creek stays in its place
F C G I might stay in the race long enough to meet my little boy's little boy
C I chose this road
F C F Yea I chose this road and i'd do it again
F C F I chose this road I like the way it feels
F I chose this road
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Composição: Liz Rose e Walt Wilkins

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