Misc Unsigned Bands - Richard dobson - hard by the highway

^AmFive-hundred miles from the Mexican border ^GThe days getting shorter, the nights getting colder ^FHard by the highway he leans on her shoulder ^EA little bit tired and a little bit older

^AmThe days keep on running down through the seasons ^GRunning like prairie fire, wild with no reason ^FThe Devil's to pay for the moments he's seizing ^EStill nothing is lost that's left to believe in

^AmHe's got little to lose and his only companions ^GAre the liquor that he loves, the rambling and the gambling ^FThe coyote answers from back in the canyon ^EHungry for more than plain understanding

^AmSometimes it gets hard, sometimes it's amusing ^GWhen kindness repaid is just an illusion ^FWhen blind men know best what to make of confusion ^EAnd dead men know nothing at all

^AmStill he dreams of a lady who'll lay down beside him ^GHe prays for the day when the sweet Lord will guide him ^FTo one who might drain all the poison inside him ^ELet him hang up his boots with his traveling behind him

^AmBut it's five-hundred miles from the Mexican border ^GThe days getting shorter, the nights getting colder ^FAs hard by the highway he leans on her shoulder ^EA little bit tired, a little bit older