200 more miles

Michael Timmins


Intro: [F] [C] [G] [C]

[F] Atlanta’s a distant memory [C] Montgomery a recent blur
and [G] Tulsa burns on the desert floor like a [C] signal fire.
I got [F] Willie on the radio a dozen [C] things on my mind
and [G] number one is fleshing out these [C] dreams of mine

I’ve [F] got 200 more miles of rain, asphalt and lines [Am] before I sleep
[F] But there’ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms [G] to fall into tonight

In [F] Nashville there’s a lighter in a [C] case for all to see
it [G] speaks of dreams and heartaches [C] left unsung.
And in the [F] corner stands a guitar
and lonesome [C] words scrawled in a drunken hand
Well I’m [G] traveling paths traveled hard before
and I’m [C] beginning to understand that

I’ve [F] got 200 more miles of rain, asphalt and lines [Am] before I sleep
[F] But there’ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms [G] to fall into tonight

You [F] say that I am crazy my life [C] wasting on this road
that [G] time will find my dreams scattered [C] dead and cold.
But [F] ahead there is a light drawing [C] me to reach an end
and [G] when I reach there I’ll turn back and you and [C] I can begin again

I’ve [F] got 200 more miles of rain, asphalt and lines [Am] before I sleep
[F] But there’ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms [G] to fall into tonight

I’ve got [F] 200 more miles of rain, asphalt and lines [Am] before I sleep
but [F] I wouldn’t trade all your golden tomorrows for [G] one hour of this night [F]

Atlanta’s a distant memory, [C] Montgomery a recent blur
and [G] Tulsa burns on the desert floor like a [C] signal fire.


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