• Am
  • C
  • F
  • G
Continua depois do anúncio
Tom:
C Am F G C
C Am It must be that time of year
F G I'm feeling that pull again
C Am I've got to get away from here
F G Oh get back to where my feet can stand
C Am Back to where the trees grow tall
F G Ain't a sound for miles around
C Am Except for the distant call
F G C Of that lonely coyote's howl
F C Well life's mysteries unravel when my tires hit that gravel
G C And I leave the paved road far behind
C Am And every breath I breathe is one step closer to me
F G C Easing my worried mind
C Am Way back in the sticks
F G is where I feel alive
C Am where my rusty old '66
F G C won't even go fifty five
C Am Nothing can compare
F G to the joy that I've found
C Am every time I go back there
F G C to my own spiritual ground
F C Well life's mysteries unravel when my tires hit that gravel
G C And I leave the paved road far behind
C Am And every breath I breathe is one step closer to me
F G C Easing my worried mind
C Am I'll make a quart of sweet corn whiskey
F G From ten gallons of sour mash
C Am Turn a pile of firewood
F G C Into a pile of sky grey ash
C Am If there's anything left inside me
F G That remembers what it's like to feel
C Am That cold rain falling on the top of my head
F G C And the mud beneath my heels
F C Well life's mysteries unravel when my tires hit that gravel
G C And I leave the paved road far behind
C Am And every breath I breathe is one step closer to me
F G C Easing my worried mind
C Am And every breath I breathe is one step closer to me
F G C Easing my worried mind
  • Am
  • C
  • F
  • G
Informações da música

Composição:

Essa informação está errada?

Enviar revisão