Chris de Burgh - Leather on my shoes

I've got l^Geather on my shoes, And I've got a dr^Ceam to l^Give, There is n^Emothing left to l^Gose, So I'm g^Coing,^D I've got a s^Guitcase here in my hand, And I've got a h^Cungry h^Geart, And I'm g^Coing to j^Doin the m^Gillions, There bef^Core me,^D on the freedom road^G, ^D

No-one's c^Goming to my door, And all my fr^Ciends have g^Gone, There's no w^Emork here anym^Gore, It's des^Certed,^D And though I kn^Gow I hate to leave, From this l^Cand that I l^Gove, There's a n^Cew tom^Dorrow w^Gaiting, Yes it's sh^Cining^D on the freedom road^G, ^C On the fr^Deedom road^G,

Oh somet^Emimes it's going to be l^Bmonely, Somet^Cimes it w^Dill be s^Gad, But I've g^Bot to keep on g^Emoing, Until I h^Amold that promised l^Dand in the palm of my hand,

Nothing v^Gentured, nothing gained or won, Without a h^Card f^Gight, We would n^Emever reach the s^Gun, Without tr^Cying,^D And when we're a m^Gillion miles from home, Out in the st^Carry n^Gight, We will s^Cee we're n^Dot al^Gone, In the h^Ceavens,^D out on freedom road^Em, ^C Out on fr^Deedom road^G, ^D

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