Chords for No Roads Here - Corb Lund
Tempo:
114.25 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
C
D
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[Dm] [C]
[D]
[C] [D]
you.
There are no [Dm] roads here, there are no signposts [G] to guide [C] a man through this [Dm] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, [G] no written [C] law to stay [Dm] one's hand.
[Em] [E] [A]
[Dm] There's a road over wagon trail that's headed for the west, and there's a teepee ring at
the purple spring if your ponies need their [A] rest.
[Em] There's a shepherd out in Vauxhall in the coulees who may know, [Am] but the sheep shacks
old and lean and that was [D] sixty years ago.
There are no roads here, there are no signposts to [C] guide a man through [D] this dark land.
There are no roads here, there [Dm] is no history, [C] no written law to [Dm] stay one's hand.
[E] [A]
[Dm] Well I see hand carts pulled by desperate settlers bent under the oak, saying lives
of certain searched out for this new faith of which he spoke.
[Em] Trekking across the desert with a few intrepid dames, there's [Am] times I still think I can feel
the [A] blood of Vikings in my veins.
[D]
[Dm] [Em]
[D] [A]
[Dm] [G] [F] [C] [E]
[Dm] [E] [A]
[D] I hear strawberry rolling, there's bison bones been bleached out in the sun.
South of rams and whiskey [Dm] trade, the antelope still run.
[Em] Hidden family reasons at the edge of consciousness, [Am] so it's the grazing cattle on that [D] old milk river ridge.
There are no roads here, there are no signposts to guide [C] a man through this [Dm] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, no written [C] law to stay [D] one's hand.
There are no roads here, there are no signposts to [C] guide a man through this [D] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, no [C] written law to stay one's [Dm] hand.
[C] No written law to stay one's hand.
[Dm] [N]
[Dm] [C]
[D]
[C] [D]
you.
There are no [Dm] roads here, there are no signposts [G] to guide [C] a man through this [Dm] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, [G] no written [C] law to stay [Dm] one's hand.
[Em] [E] [A]
[Dm] There's a road over wagon trail that's headed for the west, and there's a teepee ring at
the purple spring if your ponies need their [A] rest.
[Em] There's a shepherd out in Vauxhall in the coulees who may know, [Am] but the sheep shacks
old and lean and that was [D] sixty years ago.
There are no roads here, there are no signposts to [C] guide a man through [D] this dark land.
There are no roads here, there [Dm] is no history, [C] no written law to [Dm] stay one's hand.
[E] [A]
[Dm] Well I see hand carts pulled by desperate settlers bent under the oak, saying lives
of certain searched out for this new faith of which he spoke.
[Em] Trekking across the desert with a few intrepid dames, there's [Am] times I still think I can feel
the [A] blood of Vikings in my veins.
[D]
[Dm] [Em]
[D] [A]
[Dm] [G] [F] [C] [E]
[Dm] [E] [A]
[D] I hear strawberry rolling, there's bison bones been bleached out in the sun.
South of rams and whiskey [Dm] trade, the antelope still run.
[Em] Hidden family reasons at the edge of consciousness, [Am] so it's the grazing cattle on that [D] old milk river ridge.
There are no roads here, there are no signposts to guide [C] a man through this [Dm] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, no written [C] law to stay [D] one's hand.
There are no roads here, there are no signposts to [C] guide a man through this [D] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, no [C] written law to stay one's [Dm] hand.
[C] No written law to stay one's hand.
[Dm] [N]
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you.
There are no [Dm] roads here, there are no _ signposts [G] to guide [C] a man through this [Dm] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, [G] no written [C] law to stay [Dm] one's hand.
_ _ [Em] _ [E] _ [A] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ There's a road over wagon trail that's headed for the west, and there's a teepee ring at
the purple spring if your ponies need their [A] rest.
[Em] There's a shepherd out in Vauxhall in the coulees who may know, [Am] but the sheep shacks
old and lean and that was [D] sixty years ago.
There are no roads here, there are no _ signposts to [C] guide a man through [D] this dark land.
There are no roads here, there [Dm] is no history, [C] no written _ law to [Dm] stay one's hand.
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ Well I see hand carts pulled by desperate settlers bent under the oak, saying lives
of certain searched out for this new faith of which he spoke.
[Em] Trekking across the desert with a few intrepid dames, there's [Am] times I still think I can feel
the [A] blood of Vikings in my veins.
[D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[Dm] _ _ [G] _ [F] _ [C] _ _ [E] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ I hear strawberry rolling, there's bison bones been bleached out in the sun.
South of rams and whiskey [Dm] trade, the antelope still run.
[Em] Hidden family reasons at the edge of consciousness, [Am] so it's the grazing cattle on that [D] old milk river ridge.
There are no roads here, there are no signposts to guide [C] a man through this [Dm] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, no written [C] law to stay [D] one's hand.
_ There are no roads here, there are no _ signposts to [C] guide a man through this [D] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, no [C] written law to stay one's [Dm] hand.
[C] No written law to stay one's hand.
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you.
There are no [Dm] roads here, there are no _ signposts [G] to guide [C] a man through this [Dm] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, [G] no written [C] law to stay [Dm] one's hand.
_ _ [Em] _ [E] _ [A] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ There's a road over wagon trail that's headed for the west, and there's a teepee ring at
the purple spring if your ponies need their [A] rest.
[Em] There's a shepherd out in Vauxhall in the coulees who may know, [Am] but the sheep shacks
old and lean and that was [D] sixty years ago.
There are no roads here, there are no _ signposts to [C] guide a man through [D] this dark land.
There are no roads here, there [Dm] is no history, [C] no written _ law to [Dm] stay one's hand.
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ Well I see hand carts pulled by desperate settlers bent under the oak, saying lives
of certain searched out for this new faith of which he spoke.
[Em] Trekking across the desert with a few intrepid dames, there's [Am] times I still think I can feel
the [A] blood of Vikings in my veins.
[D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[Dm] _ _ [G] _ [F] _ [C] _ _ [E] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ I hear strawberry rolling, there's bison bones been bleached out in the sun.
South of rams and whiskey [Dm] trade, the antelope still run.
[Em] Hidden family reasons at the edge of consciousness, [Am] so it's the grazing cattle on that [D] old milk river ridge.
There are no roads here, there are no signposts to guide [C] a man through this [Dm] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, no written [C] law to stay [D] one's hand.
_ There are no roads here, there are no _ signposts to [C] guide a man through this [D] dark land.
There are no roads here, there is no history, no [C] written law to stay one's [Dm] hand.
[C] No written law to stay one's hand.
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