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"The Trip" - Dave Rawlings Machine - Nashville Obsolete - 2015 Transcribed by wranglingoutlaw Intro - | G | C | G | G | | G | C | G | G | | C | C | G | G | | D | D | G | G |

^G Whistles blowing, people get ^Con trains Without knowing^G where They're going ^G Someone's Daughter, someone's ^CSister, someone's Teacher^G going down the road

^C With a body, a handkerchief, And a h^Gatchet from an unspeakable crime ^D But there's no one waiting for Them, There's no judgement ^Gdown the line

^G Banjos ring and ch^Cickens squall, ^G And little babies crow ^G The winter leaves, and the ^Cspring unwinds, And ^Gsummer comes again You know

^C Pink is the colour of My true love's dress, And black is the ^Gcolour of Her heart ^D But I could never leave old Virgini', And ^Cso it never p^Garts

^G Ebony face, ebony nails^C, Ebony coffin ^Gon the rails ^G Moving south, C-O-^CD, Going home^G to mother

^C Some said for valor, for glory, for ^Gtreasure, for pride ^D Sometimes brother hates brother ^G

So t^Cake a trip wherever Your c^Gonscience has to roam It's ^Dmuch too hard to try to live a ^Clie at ^Ghome

^GMy boots are cracked with road ^Cdirt and asphalt, S^Gpit, and broken dreams ^G Chewing gum and safety p^Cins, All what ^Ghold Me in at the seams

^C My pegs are loose, my screws too tightly ^Gwound to get in tune But ^DI still try sometimes on those golden ^Csummer afte^Grnoons

So ^Ctake a trip wherever Your c^Gonscience has to roam It's ^Dmuch too hard to try to live a ^Clie at ^Ghome

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^G There's a picture of an old bla^Cck man, ^G In a beaver hat ^G He wears a ^Chidden smile And a ^Gpair of white spats

^C Don't pretend You didn't ^Gnotice His stare You're e^Ddgy, and sweating, and ^Cloaded for ^Gbear

^GThe skeletons dance t^Conight, Bring Your ^Gbottle and Your boots ^G And Your mandolin that Bi^Canca - Ala^Gtorre tried to shoot

^C Oh but what's a bullet hole or ^Gtwo between friends ? And ^Dwho can say when the well goes dry or ^Cwhere the story ^Gends ?

So ^Ctake a trip wherever Your c^Gonscience has to roam It's ^Dmuch too hard to try to live a ^Clie at ^Ghome

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^G Hotel lives and ^Chotel wives That co^Gme and go with the sheets Ah^G, But what's a marriage ^C If it can't be ^Gheld up to kitchen heat?

^C Once I knew each valley of that ^Gbeautiful shore But ^DI don't go to the summer fair ^Cmuch any^Gmore

So ^Ctake a trip wherever Your c^Gonscience says to roam It's ^Dmuch too much to try to live a ^Clie at ^Ghome

^G Your harmonica is ^Cblown baby, ^GThrow it away ^G Your denim shirt is r^Cagged And Your d^Girty collar is frayed

^C I tried to play My horn for You, but I ^Gcouldn't seem to find a note So I ^Dpicked up pen and paper, and ^Cthis is what I ^Gwrote

Go ^Ctake a trip wherever Your c^Gonscience has to roam It's ^Dmuch too hard to try to live a ^Clie at ^Ghome

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Dave Rawlings Machine - The trip