Brandi Carlile - Way to you

^CWay back when, when the days were young ^AmOh we had our fun ^GNever worried much about being cool ^COr growing old to play the old fool

^FPart of your life you spend pa^Cying your dues ^FWalking the miles or sin^Cging the blues ^GBut If I’m born into a pair of ramblin' shoes ^CI'll tell you what I’ll do ^AmI'll take my wings with a heart that’s true ^GAnd find the way, the wa^Cy to you

^Coooh o^Amhoooooooh the w^Gay to ^Cyou ^Coooh o^Amhoooooooh the w^Gay to ^Cyou

^FPart of your life you spend p^Caying your dues ^FWalking the miles in your o^Cld man shoes ^GWhen I finally find the way to shake loose ^CI know what I'll do ^AmI’ll hang my worry on a golden noose ^Gand find the way, the way to you ^C

^Coooh o^Amhoooooooh the w^Gay to ^Cyou ^Coooh o^Amhoooooooh the w^Gay to ^Cyou

^CWhen we're all old and withering sages ^Amtalkin' 'bout what might have been ^Glike a missing line or torn out pages ^Cwe're gonna miss you then

^FWalking the miles or singing the b^Clues ^FLearning to love what god gives to^C you ^GAnd If he gave me rockets on the bottom of my shoes ^CI tell you what I'd do ^AmI'd burn my sole where the sun was new ^GAnd find the way t^Co you

^Coooh o^Amhoooooooh the w^Gay to ^Cyou ^Coooh o^Amhoooooooh the w^Gay to ^Cyou