C I chose this roadF Straight from the Texas Hill Country, a natural born highway junkieF C Never much money but I always kept some faithF And sometimes without knowing where I was goingF C G I just kept rollin anyways on to better daysC I chose this roadF I've been blinded, divided, reunitedF C Held together with prayer and nickle-coated wire guitar stringsF I scraped my ass of every rough patch but I kept dreaming bout green grassF C G And the day I'd grow some wings, get me some beautiful wingsC I chose this roadF I met pilgrims and seekers, lion-hearted preachers and tea-leaf readersC Yeah, I like folks who hear a callF 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 spinC I chose this roadF Yeah, Tennessee nearly got the best of meF C And when I leave, I'll go thankfully, with the tip of my hatF And when I am tempted to regret ever leaving Texas I just rememberF C G She's always been right here in me, and that's a fact, you can bet your ranch on that BridgeC I chose this roadF And I've been as lucky as lucky gets, a tune in every stepF C And for every regret, there's been a bucket of joyF And if God sheds some more grace, and the creek stays in its placeF C G I might stay in the race long enough to meet my little boy's little boyC I chose this roadF C F Yea I chose this road and i'd do it againF C F I chose this road I like the way it feelsF I chose this road
I Chose This Road
Walt Wilkins
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