Slim Dusty – End Of The Bitumen (Guitar)

        D                 C      D           C
Can you feel the breeze a-rising, under your heels,

         D             G7                  A7
Is there somewhere you reckon you’d rather be.

        D             C             D                    C
Are you buried in the big smoke and reaching through the haze

       D         G7      A7
or the back door to reality.

       C       G7            D
Let me tell ya,  you’re not alone.

      C                                 D
For I seem to spend my life on that old road.

             C      G7         D
They say you never, never stop learning,

   G7          A7
so here I am returning.

     D                 G
To a world without any walls,

          A7                  D
through a window of green and gold.

                              G
I’m just a man that’s more at home,

            A7          D
down at the end, of the bitumen.

        D                  C           D        C
Can you hear that drifting sea of sand, rolling by,

D              G7                 A7
lapping at the feet of a timeless sky.

    D             C       D          C
The power and the beauty, stirs deep within,

    D          G               A7
the heart of a million turning tides.

        C        G7       D
Are you standing,  on the corner

        C                                  D
and the lights are telling you to walk not run.

                C    G7            D
They say you’re dead   if you stop dreaming,

    G7          A7
all seein’ is believin’.

     D                 G
In a world without any walls,

          A7                  D
through a window of green and gold.

                              G
I’m just a man that’s more at home,

            A7          D
down at the end, of the bitumen.

     C          G7                 D
Back where they take you where you are,

           C                            D
where they know how to spin a damn good yarn.

       C       G             D
It’s a life of sun, wind and rain

      G                      A7
and accepting what cannot be changed.

     D                 G
In a world without any walls,

          A7                  D
through a window of green and gold.

                              G
I’m just a man that’s more at home,

            A7          D
down at the end, of the bitumen.

        D                  C       D                 C
Can you taste that morning breeze, dancing along the fence line,

D         G                  A7
marching across a shimmering plain.

   D              C            D            C
At west there’s a restless sky, a storm’s a-brewing,

       D           G           A7
with a symphony of life-giving rain.

        C     G             D
Are you going,  through the motions

   C                             D
of simply getting by from day to day.

      C     G               D
White lines whispered in my ears

    G               A7
and then they faded away.

     D                 G
To a world without any walls,

          A7                  D
through a window of green and gold.

                              G
I’m just a man that’s more at home,

            A7          D
down at the end, of the bitumen.