One Like Son - The road

^Gthinking of a ^Cwarm summer's ^Dday how I ^Cwish I could go ^Gand all the ^Cgames we would ^Dplay out where n^Co one would know ^Gand all the t^Chings you would ^Dsay while your ^Cface it would glow ^Greading ^CErnest Heming^Dway by the ^Cside of the road

^Gand all the ^Ctimes we would ^Dkiss your ^Cmouth like a rose ^Gtaste of ^Ccherry on your ^Dlips little ^Ckiss on your nose ^Gand it's those ^Ctimes that I ^Dmiss but you ^Cknow how it goes ^Gwhen your p^Carents got ^Dpissed and we ^Ctook to the road

^Gnow I'm staring ^Emat these cracks in the ^Droad ^Amlike our lifetimes ^Cas we quickly ^Dgrow old

^Gnow I'm staring ^Emat these cracks in the ^Droad ^Amlike our lifetimes ^Cas we quickly ^Dgrow old

^Ghold my ^Chead up and ^Dlaugh smile and ^Cthrow on some clothes ^Gfill the ^Ccar full of ^Dgas stroke some ^Cpaint on your toes ^Gstand and ^Cfold up the ^Dmap no one ^Cknows where you'll go ^Gleaving on a ^Cwarm summer's ^Dday as we ^Csail down the ^Groad