Canol Road Chords by Stan Rogers

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Well, [Am] you could see [Em] it in his eyes [G] as they streamed [D] against the night, [Am] and the bone-white
[Em] knuckle gripped [C] upon the road. _
[G] Sixty-five [D] miles into town, [Em] and the winter's [C] thirst to drown, [G] a winter [Am] still with two months
[D] left to go. _
[Am] His eyes are [Em] too far open, [G] his grin too [D] hard and sore, [Am] his shoulders too [Em] far high to [C] bring relief. _
But [G] the Copper [D] King is hot even [Em] if the [C] band is done, and [G] it sure beats [A] shitting whiskey
[D] jacks and trees.
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Then [Am] he laughs and says, [Em] it didn't get [G] me this time, not [D] tonight.
[A] I wasn't screaming [Em] when I hit [C] the door. _
But [G] his hands on the table [D] top, will [Em] their shaking never [C] stop?
[G] Those hands sweep [Am] the bottles to the [D] floor. _
Now he's [Am] a bear in a blood-red [Em] [G] mackinaw with hungry dogs [D] at bay.
[Am] And [Em] springtime thunder and his sudden [C] roar. _
[G] With one wrong word [D] he burns, [Em] and the table's [C] overturned.
When [G] he's finished, there's [Am] a dead [D] man on the floor.
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Well, they watch for him [Am] in car-match [D] scenes and car-cross.
[G] With Teslin blocked, [Am] there's nowhere [D] else to go.
But [Am] he hit the [Em] four-wheel-drive in [C] Johnson's Crosses. _
[G] Now he's thirty [Am]-eight miles up the [D] canoe road. _
[G] He's thirty [Am]-eight miles up the [D] canoe road. _
[G] In the salmon [Am] range at forty [D]-eight below. _
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[Am] Well, it's God's own [Em] neon green [G] above the mountains [D] here tonight.
[A] Throwing brittle [Em]-colored shadows on the [C] snow. _
[G] It's four more [D] hours till [Em] dawn, and the gas is [C] almost gone.
[G] And that bitter [Am] Yukon wind [D] begins to blow.
Now [Am] you can see it [Em] in his eyes as they [G] glitter [D] in the light.
[Am] And the bone-white [Em] rhyme of frost [C] around his brow. _
[G] Too late, the [D] dawn has come, [Em] that Yukon [C] whippers one.
[G] And he's got his [Am] cure for cabin [D] fever [G] now. _
Well, they watch for [Am] him in car-match [D] scenes and [G] car-cross.
With Teslin [Am] blocked, there's nowhere [D] else to go.
[Am] But they hit [Em] the four-wheel-drive in [C] Johnson's Crosses.
[G] Found him thirty [Am]-eight miles up the [D] canoe road.
They [G] found him thirty-eight [Am] miles up the [D] canoe road.
[G] In the salmon [Am] range at forty-eight [D] below.
They [G] found him thirty [Am]-eight miles up [D] the canoe road. _
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Yep!
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