Chords for The Kinks - The Road - LIVE
Tempo:
69.8 bpm
Chords used:
A
G
D
Bm
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[A] Sitting alone in the hotel, [F#] looking in the [B] mirror, [G] wondering, well, [D] after all this time, you [A] never thought you'd still be [G] out on the road.
[D] You [A] see, I was [F#] born to roam, like a [B] wanderer with no [G] fixin' [D] boat.
I think about the [A] friends I've left behind [G] down the road.
[D]
Well, [A] the road, [G] [Bm] [A] it's been a long, hard part [G] of the [Bm] [A] way, but if it gets too smooth, [G] it's time to [Bm] call it a day.
[D]
Some were greasy [A] and gloom, the loser bars and the noise in the [Bm] rooms, the casualties who get too many [G] lines, and wasted time on the women and [D] wives.
I think about the friends I've left behind, [A] whenever it's time to get [D] back out on the road.
Started playing blues in a coffee [F#] bar, I took a trip down [Bm] to Junkrat Hills.
Had my imitation French [G] guitar, had my head full of songs and my eyes full [D] of thoughts.
Saw a band called the Rolling [A] Stones, I thought that's it, I gotta find them, leave them [D] home, I'm out on the road.
Moaned the weeds all over [A] the land, borrowed replacers off McGill and [Bm] Birmingham.
Didn't have no name, didn't have [G] any fans, didn't have no money, so we slept [D] in the van.
I was early, you could hear the play, [A] sometimes you were lucky, we even [D] got paid on the road.
[A] This guitar, I like to get around, mix it with all [Bm] the stars, but Mrs.
Avery, child, was all fingers [G] and thumbs.
I started as a rocker, set in time by [D] the drum, wild days, the rain hit the rock and [A] roll with.
The opportunity comes away with a slight kneeling [D] brisk, time to roll.
[A] [G]
[A] [Em] [A] [Em] There are days when I can't get [A] used to it, there [G] are days when I can't get [A] away.
Another [Em] day, another freeway to [A] face that road.
[G] [A] Well, life is a [G] road, it's a motorway, [A] and the road gets [G] rocky [Bm] along the way.
[A] And if it gets too smooth, [G] it's time to [Bm] call it a day.
[D] Jimmy Hendrix and who the next [A] Anthony Dupree, they took the road [Bm] so it's all right for me.
Summer survives, [G] it's the time of the break, if you're playing a band, [D] that's the road that you take.
Living it, eating it, sleeping it, [A] you wake up in the morning, what do [D] you see?
Oh, [A] [Em]
[A] [G] [A] life [Em] is a road, it's a motorway, [A] [G] [A] lost a lot [Em] of good friends along the [A] way.
[Em] [A] All the [Em] families and homes that I left behind, [A] to the [G] wives and the lovers and friends who had [A] their time.
[Em]
I [D] say, you take your [G] road and I'll [D] [A]
[D] [A] [G] [D] [A]
[D] take mine.
[G] [D] [A] [G]
[D] [A] [G] [D] [A] [G]
[A] Life [G] is a road, it's a [A] motorway, and the road [G] gets rocky along [A] the way.
And if it gets too smooth, it's [Bm] time to call it a day.
[D]
Observed all the various phases [F#] from flour, power, heavy metal, and [Bm] acid rock.
And still all the critics keep [G] saying, I've been through the round, no one ain't gonna stop.
[D] The church is dedicated, follows the fashion, who like putting [A] down?
All the well-respected men who came [D] dancing on the road.
Sometimes I get [A] suicidal, now everyone is a rival.
[Bm] Cars and cars [G] and hotels, corporations, big businesses and angels.
[D] When all gets too bad, let's think back, when [A] we were on each other's hat, when we [D] started out on the [A] road.
[F#] [G]
[D] And there's gas in my [A] tank and I've still got a [G] ways to go.
[D] Another [A] hotel it's time to [F#] check out soon.
[G] As I look around the room, [D] I think of all the [A] friends I've left behind [G] on the road.
[D]
[N]
[A] Sitting alone in the hotel, [F#] looking in the [B] mirror, [G] wondering, well, [D] after all this time, you [A] never thought you'd still be [G] out on the road.
[D] You [A] see, I was [F#] born to roam, like a [B] wanderer with no [G] fixin' [D] boat.
I think about the [A] friends I've left behind [G] down the road.
[D]
Well, [A] the road, [G] [Bm] [A] it's been a long, hard part [G] of the [Bm] [A] way, but if it gets too smooth, [G] it's time to [Bm] call it a day.
[D]
Some were greasy [A] and gloom, the loser bars and the noise in the [Bm] rooms, the casualties who get too many [G] lines, and wasted time on the women and [D] wives.
I think about the friends I've left behind, [A] whenever it's time to get [D] back out on the road.
Started playing blues in a coffee [F#] bar, I took a trip down [Bm] to Junkrat Hills.
Had my imitation French [G] guitar, had my head full of songs and my eyes full [D] of thoughts.
Saw a band called the Rolling [A] Stones, I thought that's it, I gotta find them, leave them [D] home, I'm out on the road.
Moaned the weeds all over [A] the land, borrowed replacers off McGill and [Bm] Birmingham.
Didn't have no name, didn't have [G] any fans, didn't have no money, so we slept [D] in the van.
I was early, you could hear the play, [A] sometimes you were lucky, we even [D] got paid on the road.
[A] This guitar, I like to get around, mix it with all [Bm] the stars, but Mrs.
Avery, child, was all fingers [G] and thumbs.
I started as a rocker, set in time by [D] the drum, wild days, the rain hit the rock and [A] roll with.
The opportunity comes away with a slight kneeling [D] brisk, time to roll.
[A] [G]
[A] [Em] [A] [Em] There are days when I can't get [A] used to it, there [G] are days when I can't get [A] away.
Another [Em] day, another freeway to [A] face that road.
[G] [A] Well, life is a [G] road, it's a motorway, [A] and the road gets [G] rocky [Bm] along the way.
[A] And if it gets too smooth, [G] it's time to [Bm] call it a day.
[D] Jimmy Hendrix and who the next [A] Anthony Dupree, they took the road [Bm] so it's all right for me.
Summer survives, [G] it's the time of the break, if you're playing a band, [D] that's the road that you take.
Living it, eating it, sleeping it, [A] you wake up in the morning, what do [D] you see?
Oh, [A] [Em]
[A] [G] [A] life [Em] is a road, it's a motorway, [A] [G] [A] lost a lot [Em] of good friends along the [A] way.
[Em] [A] All the [Em] families and homes that I left behind, [A] to the [G] wives and the lovers and friends who had [A] their time.
[Em]
I [D] say, you take your [G] road and I'll [D] [A]
[D] [A] [G] [D] [A]
[D] take mine.
[G] [D] [A] [G]
[D] [A] [G] [D] [A] [G]
[A] Life [G] is a road, it's a [A] motorway, and the road [G] gets rocky along [A] the way.
And if it gets too smooth, it's [Bm] time to call it a day.
[D]
Observed all the various phases [F#] from flour, power, heavy metal, and [Bm] acid rock.
And still all the critics keep [G] saying, I've been through the round, no one ain't gonna stop.
[D] The church is dedicated, follows the fashion, who like putting [A] down?
All the well-respected men who came [D] dancing on the road.
Sometimes I get [A] suicidal, now everyone is a rival.
[Bm] Cars and cars [G] and hotels, corporations, big businesses and angels.
[D] When all gets too bad, let's think back, when [A] we were on each other's hat, when we [D] started out on the [A] road.
[F#] [G]
[D] And there's gas in my [A] tank and I've still got a [G] ways to go.
[D] Another [A] hotel it's time to [F#] check out soon.
[G] As I look around the room, [D] I think of all the [A] friends I've left behind [G] on the road.
[D]
[N]
Key:
A
G
D
Bm
Em
A
G
D
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] Sitting alone in the hotel, [F#] looking in the [B] mirror, [G] wondering, well, [D] after all this time, you [A] never thought you'd still be [G] out on the road.
[D] You [A] see, I was [F#] born to roam, like a [B] wanderer with no [G] fixin' [D] boat.
I think about the [A] friends I've left behind [G] down the road.
[D]
Well, [A] the road, _ [G] _ [Bm] [A] it's been a long, hard part [G] of the [Bm] [A] way, but if it gets too smooth, [G] it's time to [Bm] call it a day.
_ _ _ [D] _ _
Some were greasy [A] and gloom, the loser bars and the noise in the [Bm] rooms, the casualties who get too many [G] lines, and wasted time on the women and [D] wives.
I think about the friends I've left behind, [A] whenever it's time to get [D] back out on the road. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Started playing blues in a coffee [F#] bar, I took a trip down [Bm] to Junkrat Hills.
Had my imitation French [G] guitar, had my head full of songs and my eyes full [D] of thoughts.
Saw a band called the Rolling [A] Stones, I thought that's it, I gotta find them, leave them [D] home, I'm out on the road.
Moaned the weeds all over [A] the land, borrowed replacers off McGill and [Bm] Birmingham.
Didn't have no name, didn't have [G] any fans, didn't have no money, so we slept [D] in the van.
I was early, you could hear the play, [A] sometimes you were lucky, we even [D] got paid on the road.
_ [A] This guitar, I like to get around, mix it with all [Bm] the stars, but Mrs.
Avery, child, was all fingers [G] and thumbs.
I started as a rocker, set in time by [D] the drum, wild days, the rain hit the rock and [A] roll with.
The opportunity comes away with a slight kneeling [D] brisk, time to roll.
_ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [Em] There are days when I can't get [A] used to it, there [G] are days when I can't get [A] away.
Another [Em] day, another freeway to [A] face that road.
[G] _ [A] Well, life is a [G] road, it's a motorway, [A] and the road gets [G] rocky [Bm] along the way.
[A] And if it gets too smooth, [G] it's time to [Bm] call it a day.
_ [D] _ Jimmy Hendrix and who the next [A] Anthony Dupree, they took the road [Bm] so it's all right for me.
Summer survives, [G] it's the time of the break, if you're playing a band, [D] that's the road that you take.
Living it, eating it, sleeping it, [A] you wake up in the morning, what do [D] you see?
Oh, _ [A] _ _ [Em] _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] life [Em] is a road, it's a motorway, [A] _ _ [G] _ [A] lost a lot [Em] of good friends along the [A] way.
[Em] _ _ [A] All the [Em] families and homes that I left behind, [A] to the [G] wives and the lovers and friends who had [A] their time.
[Em]
I [D] say, you take your [G] road and I'll [D] _ _ [A] _
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ [A] _
[D] take mine.
[G] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ [G] _
[D] _ _ [A] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [G] _
[A] Life [G] is a road, it's a [A] motorway, and the road [G] gets rocky along [A] the way.
And if it gets too smooth, it's [Bm] time to call it a day.
_ [D] _
Observed all the various phases [F#] from flour, power, heavy metal, and [Bm] acid rock.
And still all the critics keep [G] saying, I've been through the round, no one ain't gonna stop.
[D] The church is dedicated, follows the fashion, who like putting [A] down?
All the well-respected men who came [D] dancing on the road.
Sometimes I get [A] suicidal, now everyone is a rival.
[Bm] _ Cars and cars [G] and hotels, corporations, big businesses and angels.
[D] When all gets too bad, let's think back, when [A] we were on each other's hat, when we [D] started out on the [A] road.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _
[D] And there's gas in my [A] tank and I've still got a [G] ways to go.
[D] Another [A] hotel it's time to [F#] check out soon.
[G] As I look around the room, [D] I think of all the [A] friends I've left behind [G] on the road. _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] Sitting alone in the hotel, [F#] looking in the [B] mirror, [G] wondering, well, [D] after all this time, you [A] never thought you'd still be [G] out on the road.
[D] You [A] see, I was [F#] born to roam, like a [B] wanderer with no [G] fixin' [D] boat.
I think about the [A] friends I've left behind [G] down the road.
[D]
Well, [A] the road, _ [G] _ [Bm] [A] it's been a long, hard part [G] of the [Bm] [A] way, but if it gets too smooth, [G] it's time to [Bm] call it a day.
_ _ _ [D] _ _
Some were greasy [A] and gloom, the loser bars and the noise in the [Bm] rooms, the casualties who get too many [G] lines, and wasted time on the women and [D] wives.
I think about the friends I've left behind, [A] whenever it's time to get [D] back out on the road. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Started playing blues in a coffee [F#] bar, I took a trip down [Bm] to Junkrat Hills.
Had my imitation French [G] guitar, had my head full of songs and my eyes full [D] of thoughts.
Saw a band called the Rolling [A] Stones, I thought that's it, I gotta find them, leave them [D] home, I'm out on the road.
Moaned the weeds all over [A] the land, borrowed replacers off McGill and [Bm] Birmingham.
Didn't have no name, didn't have [G] any fans, didn't have no money, so we slept [D] in the van.
I was early, you could hear the play, [A] sometimes you were lucky, we even [D] got paid on the road.
_ [A] This guitar, I like to get around, mix it with all [Bm] the stars, but Mrs.
Avery, child, was all fingers [G] and thumbs.
I started as a rocker, set in time by [D] the drum, wild days, the rain hit the rock and [A] roll with.
The opportunity comes away with a slight kneeling [D] brisk, time to roll.
_ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [Em] There are days when I can't get [A] used to it, there [G] are days when I can't get [A] away.
Another [Em] day, another freeway to [A] face that road.
[G] _ [A] Well, life is a [G] road, it's a motorway, [A] and the road gets [G] rocky [Bm] along the way.
[A] And if it gets too smooth, [G] it's time to [Bm] call it a day.
_ [D] _ Jimmy Hendrix and who the next [A] Anthony Dupree, they took the road [Bm] so it's all right for me.
Summer survives, [G] it's the time of the break, if you're playing a band, [D] that's the road that you take.
Living it, eating it, sleeping it, [A] you wake up in the morning, what do [D] you see?
Oh, _ [A] _ _ [Em] _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] life [Em] is a road, it's a motorway, [A] _ _ [G] _ [A] lost a lot [Em] of good friends along the [A] way.
[Em] _ _ [A] All the [Em] families and homes that I left behind, [A] to the [G] wives and the lovers and friends who had [A] their time.
[Em]
I [D] say, you take your [G] road and I'll [D] _ _ [A] _
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ [A] _
[D] take mine.
[G] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ [G] _
[D] _ _ [A] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ [G] _
[A] Life [G] is a road, it's a [A] motorway, and the road [G] gets rocky along [A] the way.
And if it gets too smooth, it's [Bm] time to call it a day.
_ [D] _
Observed all the various phases [F#] from flour, power, heavy metal, and [Bm] acid rock.
And still all the critics keep [G] saying, I've been through the round, no one ain't gonna stop.
[D] The church is dedicated, follows the fashion, who like putting [A] down?
All the well-respected men who came [D] dancing on the road.
Sometimes I get [A] suicidal, now everyone is a rival.
[Bm] _ Cars and cars [G] and hotels, corporations, big businesses and angels.
[D] When all gets too bad, let's think back, when [A] we were on each other's hat, when we [D] started out on the [A] road.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _
[D] And there's gas in my [A] tank and I've still got a [G] ways to go.
[D] Another [A] hotel it's time to [F#] check out soon.
[G] As I look around the room, [D] I think of all the [A] friends I've left behind [G] on the road. _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _