The Stanfields - The road to guysborough

I was ^Gheaded back home on the Merland ^CRoad With my ^Ghead in the clouds one ^Cnight Taking each step with the ^Gbeat of my heart ^BmGuided by the pale moonl^Emight I was ^Gwhistling along with the loons on the ^Clake And ^Gthinking ‘bout making my ^Cplan Next thing you know, I’m s^Guckin’ on the knuckles Of a s^Amwindling highway^Gman

Well I’ll ^Ctake my rifle, ^Gtake my pistol ^CI’ll take what I ca^Gn ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain

He had a ^GColt 45 a-swingin’ on his ^Chip ^GAnd a blackjack in his ^Chand He had a bucktooth grin, a^G great big chin ^BmA limp and a silk armba^Emnd He said, “^GFella don’t you know there’s trouble in the ^Cwoods and the ^Gtrouble in the woods is ^CI? Gimmie your gold, g^Gimmie your liquor. I’ll t^Amhink about letting you ^Gby.”

Well I’ll ^Ctake my rifle, ^Gtake my pistol ^CI’ll take what I ca^Gn ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain

^GWell I hit him with the left and the right, a^Clright ^GWith fists like cannon^Cballs He turned on a dime and he r^Gan with a shriek That e^Bmchoed off the Intervale w^Emalls I ain’^Gt proud of what I did, but I did what I ^Cdid ‘cau^Gse I couldn’t miss my chanc^Ce to take Hopey for a spin on the s^Gawdust floor at Fav^Amaro’s wedding danc^Ge

Well I’ll ^Ctake my rifle, ^Gtake my pistol ^CI’ll take what I ca^Gn ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain

Well I’ll ^Ctake my rifle, ^Gtake my pistol ^CI’ll take what I ca^Gn ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain Well I’ll ^Ctake my rifle, ^Gtake my pistol ^CI’ll take what I ca^Gn ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain ^{D G}