The Dillards - Listen to the sound

^CYou were born by the ^Amrolling ocean; ^DmI was born in the ^Gmountains green. ^CSing to the wind and the ^Amwind will tell you ^DmAll of the things the ^Gwind has ^Cseen. ^CListen to the tin can ^Amhighway hummin'; ^DmListen to the plow in the ^Gnew green ground. ^CHear the sound of a ^Amfreight train comin'. ^DmThere could be a pla--^Gce you never have ^Cfound. ^D

^DListen to the sound,; listen to the sound; Listen to the tune that the ^Am7wind brought ^Adown. ^DListen to the old-time sound of the fiddle Telling of the ^A7place you never have ^Dfou---^F--n^Gd.^C

^CWe were born by ^Amdifferent highways; ^DmThat's the difference ^G7in our ways. ^CYou can hear a sound of ^Amfar off places... ^DmEchoes of a song in ^Gother ^Cdays. ^CYou were born by the ^Am7rolling ocean ^DmI was born in the ^G7mountains green. ^CSing to the wind and the ^Amwind will tell you ^DmAll of the thing^G7s you never have ^Cseen. ^D

^DListen to the sound,; listen to the sound; Listen to the tune that the ^Am7wind brought ^Adown. ^DListen to the old-time sound of the fiddle Telling of the ^A7place you never have ^Dfou---^F--n^Gd.^C