'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
G
Well you learned to play at thirteen
Am
On someone's old guitar
C
And you waited for the memories
G
To become your stars
G
But time she takes her sweet way
Am
Ain't no point in lookin' back
C
And you wonder how your old car
G
Was ever going to last.
Chorus.
Em
Well you ramble past the factories
G
And the supermarket nights
Em
Well some dreams they get buried
D
And some you still hold tight
Am
And vodka takes advantage
C
Cause the nights can get so cold
G D
So you travel like a warrior
G Am7
On this guitar road.
D G
On this guitar 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.
Written by Chris Denschner and David Munyon.
Performed by David Munyon on the cd 'Poet Wind' on
Stockfish Records.
Intro G Am C
G
Well you learned to play at thirteen
Am
On someone's old guitar
C
And you waited for the memories
G
To become your stars
G
But time she takes her sweet way
Am
Ain't no point in lookin' back
C
And you wonder how your old car
G
Was ever going to last.
Chorus.
Em
Well you ramble past the factories
G
And the supermarket nights
Em
Well some dreams they get buried
D
And some you still hold tight
Am
And vodka takes advantage
C
Cause the nights can get so cold
G D
So you travel like a warrior
G Am7
On this guitar road.
D G
On this guitar 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.