G Bm Am D (x4)
You've bGeen long and oBmn the open road
YAmou?ve been sleepin? in the rDain.
FGrom the dirty words aEmnd muddy cells
YAmour clothes are smeared and sDtained.
But tGhe dirty words and mEmuddy cells
WAmill soon be judged insDane.
So oGnly stop and rCest yourself
?AmTil you are off aDgain.
And tGake off your tChirsty boots
And sGtay for awChile.
Your fGeet are hot and wEmeary
FAmrom a dusty mDile.
And mGaybe I can mCake you laugh
AAmnd maybe I can tDry.
JGust looking for tEmhe evening
ACnd the mornin? iDn your eGye.
G Em D C
Then tGell me of the oBmnes you saw
AAms far as you could sDee.
AcGross the plains from fEmield to town
MAmarching to be fDree.
And oGf the rusty prBmison gates
TAmhat tumble by dDegree
Like lGaughing children oCne by one
WAmho look like you and mDe.
Then tGake off your tChirsty boots
And sGtay for awChile.
Your fGeet are hot and wEmeary
FAmrom a dusty mDile.
And mGaybe I can mCake you laugh
AAmnd maybe I can tDry.
JGust looking for the eEmvening
AAmnd the mornin? iDn your eGye.
G Em Am D (x4)
I kGnow that you?re nBmo stranger
DAmown the crooked rainbow tDrail.
From dGancing cliffheads sEmhattered sills
OAmf slandered shackled jDails.
But tGhe voices drift up fBmrom below
AAms his walls are being sDcaled.
AGnd all of this
AEmnd more my friend
YAmour song shall not be fDailed.
Then tGake off your tEmhirsty boots
And sAmtay for awDhile.
Your fGeet are hot and wEmeary
FAmrom a dusty mDile.
And mGaybe I can mCake you laugh
AAmnd maybe I can tDry.
JGust looking for the eEmvening
AAmnd the mornin? iDn your eGye.
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