Garth Brooks - Send em on down the road

He didn’^Dt ask He didn’^At pry He just h^Bmeld the ice that c^D/F#overed my black e^Gye When that gir^Dl, she broke my hea^Art We just ^Bmthrew that baseball b^D/F#ack and forth till dark ^G When I s^Atarted playing guitar, a^D/F#nd didn^G’t have a clue He wante^Ad to protect me, but som^D/F#ehow my^G father knew

That you^D can cry for live and die fo^Ar You can help ^Bmthem find their ^D/F#wings but you canâ€^G™t fly for Cause if th^Dey’re not free to fall, t^Ahen they’re not free at all And though you jus^Bmt can’t bear^D/F# the thought of lett^Ging go Pick em ^Dup…. dust^A em off.. and Send Em on Down The Road

Little kis^Ds, on a skinned up kn^Aee From playing s^Bmoccer, riding bi^D/F#kes, and climbing tr^Gees When bad dr^Deams, fill their he^Aads I chase the m^Bmonsters out from un^D/F#derneath their beds ^G Guess I ^Aalways knew those da^D/F#ys, wou^Gld end But the ^Ahardest thing I’ve ^D/F#ever le^Garned has been…

That you^D can cry for live and die for ^A You can he^Bmlp them find their wi^D/F#ngs but you canâ€^G™t fly for Cause if th^Dey’re not free to fall, t^Ahen they’re not free at all And though you ju^Bmst can’t bear^D/F# the thought of^G letting go Pick em ^Dup…^A. dust em off.. and Send Em on Down The Road

That you^D can cry for live and^A die for And even th^Bmough ^Dits gonna break your h^D/F#eart, you let^G em go Pick em ^Dup…^A. dust em off.. You Hold em cl^Dose… and you pray to^G God