Bruce Springsteen - The wayfarer

It's the ^Fmaj7same sad story, love and glory goin' 'round and 'round It's the ^F4same old cliché, a wanderer on his way, s^Fmaj7lippin' from town to town ^Fmaj7Some find peace here on the sweet streets, the sweet streets of home Where ^F4kindness falls and your heart calls for a ^Fmaj7permanent place of your own

I'm a^Bb wayfarer, baby, I drift from ^Fmaj7town to town When ^Fmaj7everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound My wheels are hissin' up the highway, spinning ^Fmaj7'round and 'round

You ^Fmaj7start out slow in a sweet little bungalow, something two can call home Then ^F4rain comes fallin', the blues come calling, and you're^Fmaj7 left with a heart of stone Some ^Fmaj7folks are inspired sitting by the fire, slippers tucked under the bed But when ^F4I go to sleep I can't count sheep for the ^Fmaj7white lines in my head

I'm a ^Bbwayfarer, baby, I roam from ^Fmaj7town to town When ^Fmaj7everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound My wheels are hissin' up the highway, spinning ^Fmaj7'round and 'round

^BbWhere are you now, ^Fmaj7where are you now? ^C#Where are you no^Cw?

I'm a ^Bbwayfarer, baby, I roam from ^Fmaj7town to town When ^Fmaj7everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound My wheels are hissin' up the highway, spinning ^Fmaj7'round and 'round

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