Tom: E
E A E
If today was not an endless highway
A E
If tonight was not a crooked trail
A B7 E
If tomorrow wasn?t such a long time
A B7 E
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
E A E
I can see my reflection in the waters
E A E
I can speak the sounds that show no pain
E A B7 E
I can?t hear the echo of my footsteps
E A B7 E
And I can?t remember the sound of my own name
A B7 E
Ah but only if my own true love was waitin
A B7 E
I could hear her heart softly poundin
A B7 E A B7 E
Only if she was lyin? by me then I?d lie in my bed once again.
G O
E A E
There?s beauty in the silver, singin? river;
E A E
There?s beauty in the sunrise in the sky;
E A B7 E
But none of these, and nothing else can touch the beauty
A B7 E
That I remember in my true love?s eyes
A B7 E
Ah but only if my own true love was waitin
A B7 E
I could hear her heart softly poundin
A B7 E A B7 E
Only if she was lyin? by me then I?d lie in my bed once again.
From Chris Hillman "Morning Sky"
Sugar Hill Records
Warner Bros Inc(ASCAP)
