The Infamous Stringdusters - Fork in the road

There's a ^Dfork in the road, ^Gcan't seem to make up my ^Dmind. Don't know w^Dhich way to go, ^Gand I'm sure running out of ^Dtime. ^AI'm all alone with my suitcase in my hand, ^Gcan't find my ticket to the promise land. There's a ^Dfork in the road, ^Gcan't seem to ^Amake up my ^Dmind.

Well there's ^Dfrost on the pumpkin, ^Gthe air is taking on a ^Dchill. I can't ^Dfind my milk and honey, ^GI don't believe I ever ^Dwill. ^ASomebody's got my pony and I'm left here like a fool, ^Gmy saddles on the fence and I'm sitting there to. There's ^Dfrost on the pumpkin, ^Gthe air is ^Ataking on a ^Dchill.

^DLines on my ^Gface, ^Agrowing day by ^Dday. ^DChasing you ^Gbaby's going to ^Aput me in my ^Dgrave. ^DTears in my ^Geyes,^Asky's are bound to ^Dfall. Looking for cover can't see anything at ^Aall.

There's a ^Dfork in the road... ^AI'm all alone with my suitcase in my hand, ^Gcan't find my ticket to the promise land. There's a ^Dfork in the road, ^Gcan't seem to ^Amake up my ^Dmind. ^DYeah... There's a fork in the road, ^Gcan't seem to ^Amake up my ^Dmind.