Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Long hard road

^DWay back in my memory there's a s^Gcene that I re^Dcall of a ^Alittle run-down cabin in the ^Dwoods. ^DMy daddy never promised that our ^Gblue moon would turn ^Dgold but he ^Alay awake nights wishin' that it ^Dwould.

^DWhen the world was on our radio, hard ^Gwork was on our ^Dminds. We ^Alived our day-to-day in plain dirt ^Dfashion. ^DWith old overalls and cotton balls all ^Gstrapped across your ^Dback, man, it's ^Ahard to make believe ain't nothing ^Dwrong.

But ^Bmmama kept the Bible read, and ^Gdaddy kept our family fed and ^Dsomewhere in between I must have ^Agrown. Cause ^Bmsomeday I was dreamin' that a ^Gsong that I was singin' takes me ^Ddown the road to where I want to ^Ago. Now, I ^Bmknow, ^Ait's a long, hard ^Droad.

^DSometimes, I remember when I ^Gstay up late at ^Dnight, when the ^Asun-up came, we got up and ^Dwent. ^DIn the shadows of a working day, our ^Gmoonlight hours ^Dspent, singin' ^Asongs along with grandma's ^Dradio.

^DNow, I'm beatin' down an old blacktop road, ^Gsleepin' in a ^Dsack, ^Alivin' in my memories all in ^Dvain. ^DCause those city lights ain't all that bright, ^Gcompared to what it's ^Dlike, to see ^Alightning bugs go dancin' in the ^Drain.

^BmMama played the guitar then, and ^Gdaddy made the saw blade bend and ^Draindrops played the tin roof like a ^Adrum. But ^BmI just kept on dreamin' that a ^Gsong that I was singin' takes me ^Ddown the road to where my name is ^Aknown. Now, I'm ^Bmgone, and ^Ait's a long, hard ^Droad.

Yes, I ^Bmknow, ^Ait's a long, hard ^Droad.. G D A D G D A D