A Long Road Home chords by Mickey Newbury

Chords with lyrics

A augmentedA Long Road Home

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How I long to feel the salty wind
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Off Galveston Bay in my face once again
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A majorA warm southern wind on my weather worn skin
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Perhaps I would not feel so old


Now I long to hold the golden sand
In the hollow of my hand
Stand for a while there and fill in the hole
Left in the heart of a wounded old soul

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Here?s to tomorrow, here,s to today
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Here?s to whatever I never did say
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Here?s to old friends who have gone seperate ways
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Here?s to the memories

How I long to be in those East Texas woods
I would be in those old piney woods if I could
On a hot summer mornin' down Centerville Way
With the windows rolled down in my old Chevrolet

Just cruisin' the backroads with nothin' but time
Three nickels short of having a dime
Miles from the highway with no hill left to climb
Me and the whisperin' pine

Here?s to tomorrow, here,s to today
Here?s to whatever I never did say
Here?s to your love you are happy I pray

Out on this long stretch of Interstate 10
That ole Del Rio station just keeps rollin' right in
Many the night it was my only friend
Me and the radio

The Silver Moon Cafe was once out this way
Like Route 66 boys it too had its day
And this rusty old sign here is all that remains
My how the times have changed

They tell me ole Bud Rose hocked his guitar
Bought a ticket to Nashville to become a big star
Now he works on a bottle and he lives in a car
Do you still have your dreams

You remember the old town here yesterday
The walk from the Ryman to the Linebow Cafe
We would stop in at Tootsies and Tubbs on the way
And slowly head East down to First and Broadway

Hey look at that ole river but how it just keeps rollin'
If it was a clock I could stop I would try
I would let it roll down on about '65
Perhaps I would not feel so old

Hoist all the sails Bud to hell with the breeze
Prayed for a wind that will bend every tree
And a storm that will bring every man to his knee
Heres to the howlin' sea

Here?s to tomorrow heres to today
Here?s to whatever I never could say
Here?s to the piper the bastards been paid

Down on this long stretch of Interstate 10
El Paso to Phoenix to L.A. and then it is north to northwest
I just follow the wind
And by midnight tonight I will be home in Springfield again