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. Tabbed by bbkim |