Shooter Jennings - The long road ahead

^AmMother may bell's ^Fin a a quiet hell. ^CI hear a gun and a heart and slay bells. ^AmI'd say things have ^Fchanged quite a bit, ^CSince I was young and mother didn't give a shhh. ^AmI can't be saved ^Fit's too late, ^CBut with a little help I might concentrate, ^AmLong enough to ^Fstart believing ^Cjust to make sure your still breathing.

^GNo time for the ^Cbroken hearted, ^FGot to finish just ^Cwhat we started. ^GThe only promise to the ^Cpour departed, ^FIs that they wind up ^Cdead. ^GJust as sure as ^Choly violence, ^FWe start our s^Congs in silence, ^GWere all looking for a ^Clittle guidance ^FDown the long road ^Cahead

^AmThere's a cold breeze ^Fthrough city streets, ^CBlows leaves like dreams neath busy feet ^AmThen somewhere in an ^Feasy chair. ^CSomebody's momma cry, cause baby ain't there. ^AmMy baby's ^Fso lazy ^Clike to sit around, drive me crazy.