Fmaj7/C | Csus4 | Am | C | ||||
I | wish | I was a | slave | to an | age- | old | trade. |
Fmaj7/C | Csus4 | Am | C | ||||
Like | ridin’ | around on | railca | rs and | work | in’ long | days. |
Fmaj7/C | Fmaj7/C | C | C | |||||
𝄆 | Lord, | have | mercy | on my | rough | and rowdy | ways. | 𝄇 |
Fmaj7/C | Csus4 | Am | C | ||||
Call it | one | drink too | many, | call it | pride | of a | man, |
Fmaj7/C | Csus4 | |||
but it | don’t | make no | differ | ence |
Am | C | ||
if you | sit | or you | stand. |
Fmaj7/C | Fmaj7/C | |||
𝄆 | Yea, they | both | end in | trouble |
C | C | |||
and | start | with a | grin. | 𝄇 |
F | C | Am | C | |||||
We do it | over | and | over | and | over | a | gain. | 𝄇 |
F | Am | C | G | ||||||
𝄆 | Oo-oh | O-o-o- | oh | O-oh | 𝄇 | × 3 |
F | Am | |||
I know there’s | California, | Oklahoma, |
C | G | ||
and all of the places I ain’t | ever | been to, but |
F | Am | ||
down in the valley with | whiskey rivers, |
C | G | ||
these are the places you will | find | me hidin’. |
F | Am | ||
These are the places I will | alwa | ys go. |
C | G | ||
These are the places I will | alwa | ys go. |
F | Am | |||
I am | on | my way, I am | on | my way, |
C | G | |||
I am | on | my way back to | where | I started. |
F | Am | C | G | F | Am | C | G | |||
Oo-oh | O-o-o- | oh | O-oh |
F | Am | ||
One for the stars and the | eyes | of the walls, oh, |
C | G | ||
I | saw your face and I, | I heard you callin out. |
F | Am | C | G | ||
I | saw your face in the | crowd | and y’came out. |
F | Am | C | G | |
Just | like the sun and the | moon |
and the stars at night. |
F | Am | ||
There | was a sign on the door | and | it reads to me. |
C | G | ||
Just | like the sun and the | moon | and the stars at night. |
F | Am | C | G | ||||
Oo-oh | O-o-o- | oh | Oo-oh | O-o-o-oh |
F | Am | C | G | |||
Oo-oh | O-o-o- | oh | Oo-oh |
F | (N.C.) | Am | (N.C.) | ||||
I am | on | my | way, I am | on | my | way, |
F | (N.C.) | C | (N.C.) | |||
I am | on | my | way back to | where | I | started |
Fmaj7/C | Csus4 | Am | C | ||||
I | wish | I was a | slave | to an | age- | old | trade. |
Fmaj7/C | Fmaj7/C | C | C | |||
Lord, | have | mercy | on my | rough | and rowdy | ways. |