Chords for Andy Irvine - Never Tire of the Road

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] Well, I never did get to meet Woody Guthrie.
_ I was a young [A#] man in my teens when I discovered
him and I used to write to him when he was in hospital in New Jersey.
He had this dreadful
[A] disease, Huntington's disease they call it now, and he just shook all the time so he
couldn't write back.
But there were two people called Bob and Sid Gleeson who used to take
him out at weekends and they would write back to me and tell me what Woody _ _ answers to [G] my
questions etc.
and would even [G#] encourage me and [A] things like that.
And one day I always
remember I got a copy of a mimeographed [G] _ little publication called the Woody Guthrie Newsletter
and it said, on behalf of Woody Guthrie we would like to thank, and it was kind of Pete
Seeger and all these people, [F#m] famous people, Oscar Brand, people like [G] that.
And I looked
forlornly at it and [F#m]
then at the bottom it said, and to Andy from Woody [Gm]
personally.
And
that was perhaps the biggest buzz [E] of my whole life.
_ [A] _ _ [E] So _ _ anyway, I wrote this song about Woody.
It has a chorus of his after the third verse.
_ _ _ It's called Never Tire of the Road. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [E] _ _ [A] _
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[C#m] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I was just a small [A] time [E] country boy when I left that dusty town.
Route 66 to [A] the [E] westward
and [A] I hopped [C#] an old [E]
freighter down.
[A] _ [E] California here I come, [A] by the side door pullman and
the [E] sunburned bum.
[C#] They [G#m] call the smokies [C#m] low down bums, the [B] police [E] on a sprout.
Never tire
of the road, _ never [A] tire of the [E] rolling wheel, never tire of the ways of the [B] world.
[C#m] Way out yonder's a [B] calling me [E] and the dark road [A] leads me [E] onwards and the highway [A] that's
my coach.
The [C#m] lonesome voice that I [E] heard in my head said, [B] never [E] tire of the road.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [C#m] _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ California to [A] the New [E] York island, me and my guitar and we played in [A] many's a [E] hobo jungle,
[C#m] many's a skid [B] row bar.
[A]
Standing out in [E] the wind and the rain, that [A] lonesome whistle is
a sweet refrain.
When you're [B] waiting for [E] some [A] old freight [E] train that carries an empty car.
_ Never tire of the road, never tire [A] of the rolling [E] wheel, never tire of the ways of the
[B] world.
[E] Way out yonder's a calling [B] me [E] and the dark road leads me onwards and the highway
[A] that's my coach.
The lonesome [C#m] voice that I [E] heard in my head said, never [B] tire of the [E] road. _ _
[A] _ _ [C#m] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Shipped on [A] board of a liberty [E] ship to [C#m] sail the [E] ocean blue, we were carrying [A] guns, [E] TNT,
[C#m]
D-Day soldiers [B] too.
[A] All of the men [E] on board agreed [A] with Zyska, [E] Jimmy Longy and me and
[A] our [B] song rang out [A] across the sea.
[B] You [E] fascists bound to lose.
Oh, [A] all our lives we've been
dead engines, all of you fascists bound [E] to lose. _ _ _
[A] All of you fascists [E] bound to _ lose.
Yes,
[A] all of you fascists [E] bound to lose.
You're bound to lose, [B] you [E] fascists bound to loose.
Louder.
Oh, [A] yes, all of you fascists [E] bound to lose.
_ _ _ [A] All of you [E] fascists bound to lose
Yes, [A] all of you fascists [E] bound to lose _ You're bound to lose, [B] you fascists [E] bound to lose
_ _ _ Don't [A] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ let the [A] mayor fool [E] you or take you by surprise
The dirty smell of the politician [C#m] and the man with the greed in [B] his eyes
[A] One big union, [E] that's our [A] plan and the _ IWW's your [E] only man
[F#m] The [G#m] flames of [C#] discontent we'll fan [G#m] for the [B] cause that [E] never _ dies
Never [A] tire [E] of the _ rolling _
[A] _ _ [E] wheat, never tire of the ways of the [B] world
[A] [E] Way out [F#m] yonder's a [B] calling me [A] and the dark road leads me [E] onwards
And the [B] highway, [A] that's my code, the [C#m] lonesome voice that I heard in [E] my head said
Never tire of the _ road
Oh, [A] all of you fascists [E] bound to lose
_ _ _ [A] _ All of you fascists [E] bound to lose
Yes, [A] all of you fascists [E] bound to lose
You're bound to lose, you [B] fascists [E] bound to _ lose
It has to be louder because all fascists are deaf
Oh, [A] all of you fascists [E] bound to lose
All _ _
[A] _ of you fascists [E] bound to lose
Yes, you are
[A] Oh, all of _ _ _
[E] _ _ you fascists bound to lose
[B] You fascists [E] bound to _ lose _
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[A] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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_ _ _ Happy holiday, my children.
We're going down the aisle now. _ _ _ _ _
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