'Guitar Road'
Written by Chris Denschner and David Munyon.
Performed by David Munyon on the cd 'Poet Wind' on
Stockfish Records.
Intro G Am C
Well you [G]learned to play at thirteen
On some[Am]one's old guitar
And you [C]waited for the memories
To be[G]come your stars
But [G]time she takes her sweet way
Ain't [Am]no point in lookin' back
And you [C]wonder how your old car
Was [G]ever going to last.
Chorus.
Well you [Em]ramble past the factories
And the [G]supermarket nights
Well [Em]some dreams they get buried
And [D]some you still hold tight
And [Am]vodka takes advantage
Cause the [C]nights can get so cold
So you [G]travel like a warrior[D]
On this guitar [G]road.[Am7]
[D]On this guitar [G]road.
Well you grew up there in Fort Worth
You grew up in the bars
You went deep inside your soul
Just to listen to your heart
Some say that heaven's angels
Helped you with some parts
And gambling took you places
Some were kind of dark.
Chorus.
Some people call it crazy
And others call it art
But just a few do realise
What you're talking about
I hope your days are easy
May your pockets fill with gold
And may you forever roll
On this guitar road.
Chorus.
Transcribed by: Caroline
E-mail Carolinesongs@yahoo.fr
Written by Chris Denschner and David Munyon.
Performed by David Munyon on the cd 'Poet Wind' on
Stockfish Records.
Intro G Am C
Well you [G]learned to play at thirteen
On some[Am]one's old guitar
And you [C]waited for the memories
To be[G]come your stars
But [G]time she takes her sweet way
Ain't [Am]no point in lookin' back
And you [C]wonder how your old car
Was [G]ever going to last.
Chorus.
Well you [Em]ramble past the factories
And the [G]supermarket nights
Well [Em]some dreams they get buried
And [D]some you still hold tight
And [Am]vodka takes advantage
Cause the [C]nights can get so cold
So you [G]travel like a warrior[D]
On this guitar [G]road.[Am7]
[D]On this guitar [G]road.
Well you grew up there in Fort Worth
You grew up in the bars
You went deep inside your soul
Just to listen to your heart
Some say that heaven's angels
Helped you with some parts
And gambling took you places
Some were kind of dark.
Chorus.
Some people call it crazy
And others call it art
But just a few do realise
What you're talking about
I hope your days are easy
May your pockets fill with gold
And may you forever roll
On this guitar road.
Chorus.
Transcribed by: Caroline
E-mail Carolinesongs@yahoo.fr
