Intro
[D/C#]
[D/B] [D/A]
[D/C#]
[D/B] [D/A]
Verse 1
Well, I could use a little spin on a [D/C#]red brick floor
In that[D/B] crazy ol’ bar when Tim[D/A] locks the door
Where the walls are gonna ring and the [D/C#]strings are gonna bend
It’s a [D/B]buss on the cheek from [D/A]all my old lovers again
[D/C#]
[D/B] [D/A]
Verse 2
And it’s the Blue Ridge mountains at [D/C#]the fall of the night
It [D/B]sure feels good when [D/A]you cross that line
I’ll tip my cup and hol[D/C#]ler at the moon
I’ll say-a-[D/B]great white north, hone[D/A]y, here’s to you sleep tight
[D/C#]
[D/B] [D/A]
Chorus
I’ve gone crazy on this road
With all this trav-elin’ alo-o-one
But the asphalt is burnin’ to-n-i-
-ight[D/C#]
[D/B] [D/A]
Verse 3
Oh, the New England spring’s been [D/C#]good to me
There’s been a[D/B] warmth to lend and goo[D/A]d lines to sing
But, how I miss my native to[D/C#]ngue
‘Cause New [D/B]York City sorta brings [D/A]out the stupids in me
[D/C#]
Verse 4[D/B][D/A]
I’ve got one more stop down i[D/C#]n Tennessee
My s[D/B]weetheart is there just[D/A] a-waitin’ on me
Then it’s on down the road kickin[D/C#]’ East Texas dust
I’ll catch my [D/B]breath with that hot Ho[D/A]uston neon buzzin’
[D/C#]
[D/B] [D/A]
Chorus
I’ve gone crazy on this road
With all this trav-elin’ alo-o-one
But the asphalt is burnin’ to-n-i-
-ight[D/C#]
[D/B] [D/A]

(Break) D/A D D/C#
[D/B] [D/A]

Verse 5
Oh, here comes a little spin on a [D/C#]red brick floor
It’s a c[D/B]razy ol’ bar and Tim’s [D/A]locked the door
The wall’s are ringin’, the [D/C#]strings are gonna bend
It’s a buss on[D/B] the cheek from all my [D/A]old lovers again
[D/C#]
Verse 6[D/B][D/A]
And here comes a little spin on a [D/C#]red brick floor
It’s a c[D/B]razy ol’ bar and Tim’s [D/A]locked the door
The wall’s are ringin’, the [D/C#]strings are gonna bend
It’s a buss on[D/B] the cheek from all my [D/A]old lovers again
[D/C#]
[D/B] [D/A]
(Outro) D/A D

Oh, I used to wish I was a hard line taker…and they’d say,
”Six to one a half dozen’ll break her,”
‘Till I fell in love with a young man who sang the blues
Oh, bless my daddy, he warned me well
He’d whisper in my ear and say, “Now look out, gal…
There’s always a ne’er do well gonna call you the fool”

He said, “You’ll never learn to fish on a borrowed line
You’ll never learn to write if you’re walkin’ ‘round cryin’
And it’s a pity that your lover died young, but…
You’ll never get tired of livin’ alone.”

So, now I dream of the lover that I don’t know
It’s safer this way ‘cuz I don’t have to go…
Oh, and he won’t come…so nobody goes away
Sometimes I wish for the warmth of his hand
Take a look in these eyes and understand
I’m just a little too old to be a-learnin’ the rules of the game

He said, “You’ll never learn to fish on a borrowed line
You’ll never learn to write if you’re walkin’ ‘round cryin’
And it’s a pity that your lover died young, but…
You’ll never get tired of livin’ alone.”

[Solo/Break]

Oh, maybe I could take him to Mexico
We’d kick our heels in the warm cloudy gulf
He’d sing a song about the weather in the Poconos;
This lover that I don’t know
Then two hearts would pound ‘stead of one in the night
I’d learn to fish with my own line
Catch that dream and hope that line would hold

He said, “You’ll never learn to fish on a borrowed line
You’ll never learn to write if you’re walkin’ ‘round cryin’
And it’s a pity that your lover died young, but…
You’ll never get tired of livin’ alone.”
No, I never get tired of livin’ alone
Sometimes my feet get cold…when I’m livin’ alone…

10 April 2016
11 April 2016