Ralph McTell - Walk into the morning

^CNo money in my ^Dmpocket but a ^Fcigarette in my ^Cmouth ^CNo fixed desti^Amnation cept ^D7some vague direction ^G7south ^FBedroll on my ^Gshoulder a ^Cguitar for^Em comp^Amany ^CSome Woody Guthrie s^Gongs and the ^Froad in front of ^Cme C G F C

^CDidn't need to hear a ^Dmfreight train to ^Fknow Sonny Terry's ^Charp ^CWas an aching cry for^Am freedom^D7 whistling in my ^G7dark ^FA simple leap of ^Gfaith that ^Creason ^Emcan't ^Amerode ^CGrabbed my coat and ^Gmy guitar and ^Fheaded for the ^Croad C G F C

^CAt night my coat a ^Dmpillow, I ^Flay memorising ^Cstars ^CLike some deserted^Am lover my ^D7arm around my ^G7guitar ^FPromises get ^Gbroken, ^Creason ^Emsearches ^Amrhyme ^CConscience held to ^Gransom, hostage ^Fto the road and ^Ctime C G F C

^CBelow the lies of ^Dmheaven a frightened ^Fworld must ^Cspin ^CDiscerning between ^Amthings you're taught and ^D7what you learned ^G7within ^FThe evening sky is ^Gfading ^Cto the ^Emcolour of my ^Amjeans ^CI'm writing with my ^Gfinger in the ^Fdust that falls from ^Cdreams C G F C

^CBeyond the endless ^Dmnight, I ^Fglimpsed infini^Cty ^CI shivered at the ^Amjoke until the ^D7rain soaked into ^G7me ^FAnd woke me at the ^Groadside just ^Cas the day ^Emwas d^Amawning ^CGrabbed my guitar ^Gand my coat and ^Fwalked into the ^Cmorning ^CGrabbed my guitar ^Gand my coat and ^Fwalked into the ^Cmorning