Houston Marchman

Damn This Road

Houston Marchman


Tom: G

G 
Well I've been drivin' hours, just a pushin' through this rain  
C                                                       G 
Hell, from Corpus to Del Rio, man there ain't much in between  
     D                                   C                G  
Nevermind the lines ahead of me like the ones I've left behind  
       C         D     G             C                      D         C        G 
Well I hold that wheel with a steady hand, mama, yeah but a tired and troubled mind  
 
I lost the last radio station so many miles ago  
But I picked me up this spanish singer, she was beamin' out of Mexico  
Well her songs were sweet and soulful and every note she sang rang true  
But I couldn't understand a word she sang but the blues are still them blues  
  
      D    C        G  
Yeah, damn this old road  
                   D     C  G  
Lord it's about to steal my soul  
             Am       C/B    C 
Lord you get addicted to the money 
            D   G 
Better drug ??? cold   
 
 
Well the boss man he keeps pushin, well he wants me on that line  
Say if you gonna earn a dollar child you've gotta sacrfice sometimes  
Yeah but I'm all out of want to and I've been there for a while  
I've been runnin on fate these days, feelin' every goddamn mile  
 
 
Steel solo 
 
  
Well this gypsy life has robbed me of everything I own  
But why would a woman want me when she knows she'd be alone  
So I'm pushin' this truck a little faster, a little closer to the ground  
I pray I'll just out run it all, Hell if I could break the speed of sound  
 
Chorus

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