"The Trip" - Dave Rawlings Machine - Nashville Obsolete - 2015
Transcribed by wranglingoutlaw
Intro - | G | C | G | G |
| G | C | G | G |
| C | C | G | G |
| D | D | G | G |
G C
Whistles blowing, people get on trains
G
Without knowing where They're going
G C
Someone's Daughter, someone's Sister,
G
someone's Teacher going down the road
C
With a body, a handkerchief,
G
And a hatchet from an unspeakable crime
D
But there's no one waiting for Them,
G
There's no judgement down the line
G C
Banjos ring and chickens squall,
G
And little babies crow
G C
The winter leaves, and the spring unwinds,
G
And summer comes again You know
C
Pink is the colour of My true love's dress,
G
And black is the colour of Her heart
D
But I could never leave old Virgini',
C G
And so it never parts
G C
Ebony face, ebony nails,
G
Ebony coffin on the rails
G C
Moving south, C-O-D,
G
Going home to mother
C
Some said for valor, for glory,
G
for treasure, for pride
D G
Sometimes brother hates brother
C G
So take a trip wherever Your conscience has to roam
D C G
It's much too hard to try to live a lie at home
G C
My boots are cracked with road dirt and asphalt,
G
Spit, and broken dreams
G C
Chewing gum and safety pins,
G
All what hold Me in at the seams
C G
My pegs are loose, my screws too tightly wound to get in tune
D C G
But I still try sometimes on those golden summer afternoons
C G
So take a trip wherever Your conscience has to roam
D C G
It's much too hard to try to live a lie at home
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| G | C | G | G |
| C | C | G | G |
| D | D | G | G |
G C
There's a picture of an old black man,
G
In a beaver hat
G C
He wears a hidden smile
G
And a pair of white spats
C G
Don't pretend You didn't notice His stare
D C G
You're edgy, and sweating, and loaded for bear
G C
The skeletons dance tonight,
G
Bring Your bottle and Your boots
G C
And Your mandolin that Bianca -
G
Alatorre tried to shoot
C G
Oh but what's a bullet hole or two between friends ?
D C G
And who can say when the well goes dry or where the story ends ?
C G
So take a trip wherever Your conscience has to roam
D C G
It's much too hard to try to live a lie at home
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| G | C | G | G |
| C | C | G | G |
| D | D | G | G |
G C
Hotel lives and hotel wives
G
That come and go with the sheets
G
Ah, But what's a marriage
C G
If it can't be held up to kitchen heat?
C G
Once I knew each valley of that beautiful shore
D C G
But I don't go to the summer fair much anymore
C G
So take a trip wherever Your conscience says to roam
D C G
It's much too much to try to live a lie at home
G C
Your harmonica is blown baby,
G
Throw it away
G C
Your denim shirt is ragged
G
And Your dirty collar is frayed
C G
I tried to play My horn for You, but I couldn't seem to find a note
D C G
So I picked up pen and paper, and this is what I wrote
C G
Go take a trip wherever Your conscience has to roam
D C G
It's much too hard to try to live a lie at home
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