Dave Stamey - Twelve mile road

^GThere’s an old ^Cgravel road ^Gfollowing the section ^Dline, ^Gout where lives are ^Cheld together with ^Gsweat and baling ^Dtwine, ^Gwhere you rattle your bones on a ^Ctractor ^Gover thirty years ^Dold ^Gand there’s a mortgage and ^Ckids to be fed ^Gout on ^DTwelve Mile ^GRoad.

^GJust a stretch of ^Ccountry ^Gthe wind comes blowing ^Dthrough. ^GThe Homesteaders starved out and ^Cblew away ^GNow there’s nobody out here but ^Dyou. ^GAnd you know someday it’s gonna ^Cturn around, ^Gbut Lord, it turns so ^Dslow, ^Gand it ain’t rained since ^CApril ^Gout on ^DTwelve Mile ^GRoad.

^DOut on ^GTwelve mile Road, ^Dlord it turns so ^Gslow. ^CHanging on to a ^Gragged ^Emdream, ^Cout on ^DTwelve Mile ^GRoad

^GYou raise some hay, a ^Cfew head of cows, ^Gyou swing a hammer in ^Dtown. ^GYou do everything you can ^Cby God do ^Gto keep your feet on the ^Dground. ^G‘Cuz if a man works ^Chard enough ^Ghe can turn that straw into ^Dgold ^GOr ain’t that how it’s ^Csupposed to be, ^Gout on ^DTwelve Mile ^GRoad?

^DOut on ^GTwelve mile Road, ^Dlord it turns so ^Gslow. ^CHanging on to a ^Gragged ^Emdream, ^Cout on ^DTwelve Mile ^GRoad

^GYou hope for the day when the ^Cair is clean, ^Gthe fences all run ^Dtrue, ^Gall of your worries have ^Cvanished like smoke, ^Gall the hard times are ^Dthrough. ^GYou’ll look down from the ^Ctop of a hill ^Gand your dreams'll be there to ^Dhold. ^GAin’t that the way it’s ^Csupposed to be, ^GOut on ^DTwelve Mile ^GRoad?

^DOut on ^GTwelve mile Road, ^Dlord it turns so ^Gslow. ^CHanging on to a ^Gragged ^Emdream, ^Cout on ^DTwelve Mile ^GRoad ^DOut on ^GTwelve mile Road, ^Dlord it turns so ^Gslow. ^CAnd it ain't ^Grained since ^EmApril, ^Cout on ^DTwelve Mile ^GRoad