The Telling Takes Me Home chords by Utah Phillips

VERSE 1:

 G                         C
Let me sing to you all the old songs I know

        C7                D
Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow

        Em                              D
And the wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow

      C                            G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home


  G                         C
Come along with me to some places that I've been

         C7                          D
Where people all look back and they still remember when

         Em                         D
And the quicksilver 🏷Legends, like sunlight, turn and bend

      C                            G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home


 G                          C
Walk along some wagon road, down the iron rail

   C7                         D
Past the rusty Cadillacs that mark the boom town trail

        Em                    D
Where dreamers never win and doers never fail

      C                             G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home


     G                   C
I'll sing of my amigos, come from down below

    C7                            D
Whisper in their loving tongue the songs of Mexico

      Em                      D
They work their stolen Eden, lost so long ago

     C                             G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home


     G                        C
I'll tell you all some lies, just made up for fun

       C7                            D
And the loudest, meanest brag, it can beat the fastest gun

            Em                          D
I'll show you all some graves that tell where the West was won

      C                            G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home


        G                            C
And I'll sing about an emptiness the East has never known

      C7                            D
Where coyotes don't pay taxes and a man can live alone

          Em                           D
And you've got to walk forever just to find a telephone

      C                            G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home


      G                       C
Let me sing to you all those old songs I know

      C7                   D
Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow

         Em                            D
And the wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow

      C                            G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home