He left [E]Boston in December for New Mexico
[E]Determined to forget all of the faces hed known
A little [D]lonesome[A] and a world of troubled [E]mind
With a [E]bed roll on his shoulder and a banjo on his knee
He would [E]hitch a ride with truckers, he believed them to be free
Eighteen-[D]wheelers [A]roll a little further down the [E]line
He did not [E]meet a girl in Richmond nor in old San Antone
His [E]vision of the Southwest would be realized alone
Alone to [D]wonder[A] how his life had gone thus [E]far
"The walkup you can hear leading into the chorus can be played like this:"
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B---------
G---------
D---------
A-----7-4-
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Chorus 1:
[C#m]As he walked along the [A]highway
[B]He felt a power from in[E]side
[C#m]He found a miracle of [A]living
[B]In having nothing left to [E]hide
He walked [E]Carlsbad to White Sands for forty days and nights
But it [E]only took ten minutes for that man to realize
[D]Lord, its lonesome[A] every[E]where
Nanano[E]na, Nananona, Nananona, nanano
Nanano[E]na, Nananona, Nananona, nanano, yeah, yeah[D][A]
Hes walking down the road he says
Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano
Nananona, Nananona, Nananonam, nanano
Now hes living back in Boston teaching English in high school
Glad to have bi-weekly wages, Glad the kids all think hes cool
Hes a man who has learned from where hes been
He keeps a bottle full of white sand on his table down the hall
And a worn map of New Mexico thumb-tacked on the wall
Oh, you never know He may need to go again
Chorus 1
Chorus 2:
As he walks along the hallway
He feels that power swell up from inside
And finds a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide
Chorus
Oh, its a miracle
[E]Determined to forget all of the faces hed known
A little [D]lonesome[A] and a world of troubled [E]mind
With a [E]bed roll on his shoulder and a banjo on his knee
He would [E]hitch a ride with truckers, he believed them to be free
Eighteen-[D]wheelers [A]roll a little further down the [E]line
He did not [E]meet a girl in Richmond nor in old San Antone
His [E]vision of the Southwest would be realized alone
Alone to [D]wonder[A] how his life had gone thus [E]far
"The walkup you can hear leading into the chorus can be played like this:"
E---------
B---------
G---------
D---------
A-----7-4-
E-0-4-----
Chorus 1:
[C#m]As he walked along the [A]highway
[B]He felt a power from in[E]side
[C#m]He found a miracle of [A]living
[B]In having nothing left to [E]hide
He walked [E]Carlsbad to White Sands for forty days and nights
But it [E]only took ten minutes for that man to realize
[D]Lord, its lonesome[A] every[E]where
Nanano[E]na, Nananona, Nananona, nanano
Nanano[E]na, Nananona, Nananona, nanano, yeah, yeah[D][A]
Hes walking down the road he says
Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano
Nananona, Nananona, Nananonam, nanano
Now hes living back in Boston teaching English in high school
Glad to have bi-weekly wages, Glad the kids all think hes cool
Hes a man who has learned from where hes been
He keeps a bottle full of white sand on his table down the hall
And a worn map of New Mexico thumb-tacked on the wall
Oh, you never know He may need to go again
Chorus 1
Chorus 2:
As he walks along the hallway
He feels that power swell up from inside
And finds a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide
Chorus
Oh, its a miracle