Chords for Rachel Baiman - Never Tire of the Road
Tempo:
81.25 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Am
F
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Thanks for playing Kate.
One, two.
[C]
[E] [C]
[G]
[C] I was just naive and secretive and left that dusty town.
66 to the westward and I had no break down.
[F] [C] California, here I [Am] come, by the side of the [C] line in the sunburned gun.
They call us suckies, low down bums, while they look to suck the down.
Never tired of the road, never tired
[G] [F] of the way how [C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads me on, and the highway [Am] that's my home.
[C] And the voice that I heard in my head said, never tired.
California to New York Island, me and my [A] guitar.
[C] And I played in many a ho-ho jungle, many a ski [Gm]-ro-bar.
[D] I stood [C] out in [Am] the meadows, [C] sweet and brave, waiting on the old freight train.
It carried me down the gorge.
Never tired of the road, never tired of the road and the wind.
Never tired of [G] the way how [C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads me on, and the highway that's [Am] my home.
[C] And the voice that I heard in my head said, never tired.
[G]
[C]
[G]
[C]
Let the man who fooled you, go take you by surprise.
You know the smell of the competition, old man with the [G] greed in his eyes.
[F] I'll [C] plant you out and tie your [Am] hands, spend your [C] money and stay in the land.
Alone we beg, but together we demand that we're burned down.
Never tired of the road, never tired of [G] the way how [F]
[C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads [C] me on, and the highway that's [Am] my home.
[D] And the voice that I heard [F] in my head said, never tired.
[C] Here we go!
But oh, you fascist boundaloons.
Oh, you fascist boundaloons.
Oh, you fascist boundaloons.
[G] Boundaloons, you fascist [C] boundaloons.
Boundaloons, fascist boundaloons.
Oh, you fascist boundaloons.
[D] Boundaloons, you fascist [C]
[G] [C]
[Em] [C] boundaloons.
One, two.
[C]
[E] [C]
[G]
[C] I was just naive and secretive and left that dusty town.
66 to the westward and I had no break down.
[F] [C] California, here I [Am] come, by the side of the [C] line in the sunburned gun.
They call us suckies, low down bums, while they look to suck the down.
Never tired of the road, never tired
[G] [F] of the way how [C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads me on, and the highway [Am] that's my home.
[C] And the voice that I heard in my head said, never tired.
California to New York Island, me and my [A] guitar.
[C] And I played in many a ho-ho jungle, many a ski [Gm]-ro-bar.
[D] I stood [C] out in [Am] the meadows, [C] sweet and brave, waiting on the old freight train.
It carried me down the gorge.
Never tired of the road, never tired of the road and the wind.
Never tired of [G] the way how [C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads me on, and the highway that's [Am] my home.
[C] And the voice that I heard in my head said, never tired.
[G]
[C]
[G]
[C]
Let the man who fooled you, go take you by surprise.
You know the smell of the competition, old man with the [G] greed in his eyes.
[F] I'll [C] plant you out and tie your [Am] hands, spend your [C] money and stay in the land.
Alone we beg, but together we demand that we're burned down.
Never tired of the road, never tired of [G] the way how [F]
[C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads [C] me on, and the highway that's [Am] my home.
[D] And the voice that I heard [F] in my head said, never tired.
[C] Here we go!
But oh, you fascist boundaloons.
Oh, you fascist boundaloons.
Oh, you fascist boundaloons.
[G] Boundaloons, you fascist [C] boundaloons.
Boundaloons, fascist boundaloons.
Oh, you fascist boundaloons.
[D] Boundaloons, you fascist [C]
[G] [C]
[Em] [C] boundaloons.
Key:
C
G
Am
F
D
C
G
Am
_ Thanks for playing Kate.
One, two. _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] I _ _ was just naive and secretive and left that dusty town.
66 to the westward and I had no break down.
[F] _ [C] California, here I [Am] come, by the side of the [C] line in the sunburned gun.
They call us suckies, low down bums, while they look to suck the down.
Never tired of the road, _ _ _ _ never tired _
[G] _ _ _ [F] of the way how [C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads me on, and the highway [Am] that's my home.
[C] And the voice that I heard in my head said, never tired. _ _
_ _ California to New York Island, me and my [A] guitar.
[C] And I played in many a ho-ho jungle, many a ski [Gm]-ro-bar.
[D] I stood [C] out in [Am] the meadows, [C] sweet and brave, waiting on the old freight train.
It carried me down the gorge.
Never tired of the road, never tired of the road and the wind.
Never tired of [G] the way how _ _ _ [C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads me on, _ and the highway that's [Am] my home.
_ [C] And the voice that I heard in my head said, never tired. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Let the man who fooled you, go take you by surprise.
You know the smell of the competition, old man with the [G] greed in his eyes.
_ _ [F] I'll [C] plant you out and tie your [Am] hands, spend your [C] money and stay in the land.
Alone we beg, but together we demand that we're burned down. _ _ _ _
_ _ Never tired of the road, never tired of [G] the way how _ [F] _
[C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads [C] me on, and the highway that's [Am] my home.
_ [D] And the voice that I heard [F] in my head said, never tired.
[C] Here we go!
But oh, you fascist boundaloons.
_ _ Oh, you fascist boundaloons.
_ _ _ Oh, you fascist _ boundaloons.
_ _ [G] Boundaloons, you fascist [C] boundaloons. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Boundaloons, _ _ _ fascist boundaloons.
_ _ _ _ Oh, you fascist _ boundaloons.
_ _ [D] Boundaloons, you fascist [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] boundaloons. _ _
One, two. _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] I _ _ was just naive and secretive and left that dusty town.
66 to the westward and I had no break down.
[F] _ [C] California, here I [Am] come, by the side of the [C] line in the sunburned gun.
They call us suckies, low down bums, while they look to suck the down.
Never tired of the road, _ _ _ _ never tired _
[G] _ _ _ [F] of the way how [C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads me on, and the highway [Am] that's my home.
[C] And the voice that I heard in my head said, never tired. _ _
_ _ California to New York Island, me and my [A] guitar.
[C] And I played in many a ho-ho jungle, many a ski [Gm]-ro-bar.
[D] I stood [C] out in [Am] the meadows, [C] sweet and brave, waiting on the old freight train.
It carried me down the gorge.
Never tired of the road, never tired of the road and the wind.
Never tired of [G] the way how _ _ _ [C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads me on, _ and the highway that's [Am] my home.
_ [C] And the voice that I heard in my head said, never tired. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Let the man who fooled you, go take you by surprise.
You know the smell of the competition, old man with the [G] greed in his eyes.
_ _ [F] I'll [C] plant you out and tie your [Am] hands, spend your [C] money and stay in the land.
Alone we beg, but together we demand that we're burned down. _ _ _ _
_ _ Never tired of the road, never tired of [G] the way how _ [F] _
[C] yonder's a-callin' me.
And the dark leads [C] me on, and the highway that's [Am] my home.
_ [D] And the voice that I heard [F] in my head said, never tired.
[C] Here we go!
But oh, you fascist boundaloons.
_ _ Oh, you fascist boundaloons.
_ _ _ Oh, you fascist _ boundaloons.
_ _ [G] Boundaloons, you fascist [C] boundaloons. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Boundaloons, _ _ _ fascist boundaloons.
_ _ _ _ Oh, you fascist _ boundaloons.
_ _ [D] Boundaloons, you fascist [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] boundaloons. _ _