Misc Originals – Conor Pelan - Last Thoughts On Americana (Guitar)

E
Goin down the road, got this oul guitar

E
Ain't got much for you so ain't gettin' far

E
But all that I see is this pathway of life

E
This road is the lover, on the path where I thrive

E
Flyin' down on some Sunday wet dreams,

E
You know who I am and you see what I mean

E
And I can feel the darkness in you

E
This place is my brother, in its heart where one blooms

E
Goin down the road and I've got my guitar

E
Ain't got much for you so I ain't gettin' far

E
And all that I see is this pathway of life

E
My hand is a lover, your hand where I thrive

E
Flyin' down the road on some Sunday wet dreams,

E
You know who I am and you see what I mean

E
And all that I hear is the darkness in you

E
My hand is a lover, your hand where I bloom

A                             B
But you can take it or leave it

C#m7                B
I'm so far behind

A                       C#m7           B          C#m7
It's just a sign of the trouble from a man of the times

A                      B
No could be your answer

C#m7                    B
I've heard it quite well

A                    C#m7         B         C#m7
But will fall like a chancer right into this shell

E
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up

E/A
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

E/B
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on

E/B
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone

E
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it

E/A
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it

E/B
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long

E/B
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong

E
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day

E/A
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

E/B
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'

E/B
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'

E
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys

E/A
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys

E/B
Maybe that's free

E/B
Maybe thats me

E
Goin down the road and I've got my guitar

E
Ain't got much for you so I ain't gettin' far

E
And all that I see is this pathway of life

E
My hand is a lover, your hand where I thrive

A                             B
But you can take it or leave it

C#m7                B
I'm so far behind

A                       C#m7           B          C#m7
It's just a sign of the trouble from a man of the times

A                      B
No could be your answer

C#m7                    B
I've heard it quite well

A                    C#m7         B         C#m7
But will fall like a chancer right into this shell

E/B E/A
Free