Tom Russell - Tramps and hawkers

I choose to see not the ^Dthings that ^Gbe Or the miles and the ^Cyears that are ^Ggone I pay no heed to to^Cmorrow's ^Gneed I'm blinded by the snow and the ^Csun 'Til ^Gall I can see is my ^Cdarling and ^Gme Like young flowers blooming in ^Cspring Like ^Gflowers we grew and no ^Dother I ^Cknew But the ^GRose of the ^CSan Joa^Gquin

Ah, the gypsies will dance, while ^Dstealing a ^Gglance As leaves might ^Cblow in the ^Gwind And the fields are worked in a ^Csweat stained ^Gshirt 'Til the workers move on a^Cgain And the ^Gtramps and hawkers, with ^Cstories ^Gwild Beguiled a young boy to ^Cdream En^Gticing me to ^Dleave my ^Clove The ^GRose of the ^CSan Joa^Gquin

I've watched the rise of ^Dlight in the ^Gsky Where the sun climbs ^Cout of the ^Gsea Seen giants fall in the ^Cmountains ^Gtall Where the lumbermen cut down the ^Ctrees I've ^Gplayed in the sand with the ^Cgulf coast ^Gwind And slept in the grass tall and ^Cgreen But ^Gnowhere I've been would I ^Dgo back a^Cgain '^GCept to the ^CSan Joa^Gquin

But the road back home is ^Dlong and it's ^Ghard And the miles they ^Cstretch into ^Gyears And the tramps and hawkers in ^Cevery ^Gtown Oh god, but it brings me to ^Ctears When I ^Ggot home, I found just a ^Cflower on a ^Gmound It shamed the green grasses of ^Cspring And it ^Ggrew from the grave of my ^Ddarling little ^Cgirl The ^GRose of the ^CSan Joa^Gquin

Oh, see us today out ^Don your high^Gway Or asleep in the ^Cdoors of a ^Gtrain See the gypsies dance with their ^Cdamned knowing ^Gglances While the peddlers shout out their re^Cfrain And ^Gwho's gonna care, and ^Cwho's gonna ^Gshare All the joys, and troubles we've ^Cseen? Like ^Gghosts, we roam, without ^Dfriends or ^Chome These ^Gtramps and ^Chawkers and ^Gme Like ghosts, we roam, without ^Dfriends or ^Chome These ^Gtramps and ^Chawkers and ^Gme