This Highways Home

(início)

G           D
Beat up and kicked around
G                C
I pick myself up off the ground.
G              D
I head east to another town
           G
I'm movin' on.
G                   D
Bar room fights and breakin' glass
G                   C
A broken nose and a smoker's laugh.
G                   D              G
I'm sure I probably cut my life in half.
***CHORUS***
C                       G
With a suitcase full of empty dreams.
D             G
A guitar with broken strings.
C                   G                 D
A busted heart that longs to sing the blues.
C                  G
A mind that always leads me wrong,
D                   G
A head full of Hank Williams songs.
C          D                         G
I'm sorry, honey, but this highway's home.
G                           D
I've loved pretty women and some that ain't.
G                       C
I'm a burned out junkie truck stop saint,
G                      D
So check the tires and fill the tank,
           G
I'm movin' on.
G                      D
Interstate markers and highway signs,
G                   C
Eighteen wheels and thin white lines.
G                  D
Dodge a speed trap one more time,
    G
I'm gone.
***D PEAT CHORUS***
Bm         C                   G
So hard to leave you here this way,
Bm                       C       G
With a white dress and a goodbye wave.
Bm                            C
But theres mouths to feed and bills to pay,
D
I'm sorry, honey, I've got to go.