Tom: G G C Let me sing to you all the old songs I know C7 D Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow Em D And the wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow C G It's sad, but the telling takes me home G C Come along with me to some places that I've been C7 D Where people all look back and they still remember when Em D And the quicksilver legends, like sunlight, turn and bend C G It's sad, but the telling takes me home G C Walk along some wagon road, down the iron rail C7 D Past the rusty Cadillacs that mark the boom town trail Em D Where dreamers never win and doers never fail C G It's sad, but the telling takes me home G C I'll sing of my amigos, come from down below C7 D Whisper in their loving tongue the songs of Mexico Em D They work their stolen Eden, lost so long ago C G It's sad, but the telling takes me home G C I'll tell you all some lies, just made up for fun C7 D And the loudest, meanest brag, it can beat the fastest gun Em D I'll show you all some graves that tell where the West was won C G It's sad, but the telling takes me home G C And I'll sing about an emptiness the East has never known C7 D Where coyotes don't pay taxes and a man can live alone Em D And you've got to walk forever just to find a telephone C G It's sad, but the telling takes me home G C Let me sing to you all those old songs I know C7 D Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow Em D And the wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow C G It's sad, but the telling takes me home