Tuning Standard Intro (I think it's pretty accurate, otherwise, you get the idea) e | -------------- | ------------- | ----------------------- | B | -------------- | ------------- | ----------------------- | G | -------------- | ------------- | ----------------------- | D | -----0-2-3~-0- | ---0-2-3-3-0- | ---0-2-3-2-------3-2-0- | A | ----0--------- | --0---------- | --0--------3-0-0------- | E | ---0---------- | -0----------- | -0--------------------- | e | ------------ | ------------- | -----------------------------1- | B | ------------ | ------------- | -------------------------3---3- | G | ------------ | ------------- | -----------------------2---2-2- | D | ---0-2-3~-0- | ---0-2-3-3-0- | ---0-2-3-2-------3-2-0-------0- | A | --0--------- | --0---------- | --0--------3-0-0--------------- | E | -0---------- | -0----------- | -0----------------------------- | Chorus: Dm There are no roads here There are no signposts C Dm To guide a man thru this dark land Dm There are no roads here There is no history Am Dm No written law to stay one's hand Pre-verse: (I can' figure out this part, but this is the best I can figure out) e | -----1-----0--1- | B | -----3-----1--3- | G | -----2-----0--2- | D | -----0-----2--0- | A | -----------3---- | E | ---0---0-0------ | Verse: Dm C Dm Well there's a growed over wagon trail that's headed for the west Dm Am Dm There's a tipi ring out to Purple Springs if your ponies need their rest Am C Dm There's a shepherd out in Vauxhall in the coulees who may know Dm C Dm But the sheep shack's old and leaning and that was sixty years ago Chorus: Dm There are no roads here There are no signposts C Dm To guide a man thru this dark land Dm There are no roads here There is no history Am Dm No written law to stay one's hand Pre-Verse: e | -----1-----0--1- | B | -----3-----1--3- | G | -----2-----0--2- | D | -----0-----2--0- | A | -----------3---- | E | ---0---0-0------ | Verse: Dm C Dm Well, I see handcarts pulled by desperate settlers bent under the yoke Dm Am Dm Fleeing lives of certain serfdom for this new faith of which he spoke Am C Dm Trekking 'cross the desert with a few intrepid Danes Dm C Dm There's times I still think I can feel the blood of Vikings in my veins Little Solo: e | --------------- | ------------- | ------------------------- | B | --------------- | ------------- | ------------------------- | G | --------------- | ------------- | ------------------------- | D | ------0-2-3~-0- | --0-2-3b-3-0- | --0-2-3-2-------3-2-0--0- | A | ----0---------- | -0----------- | -0--------3-0-0-------0-- | E | ---0----------- | ------------- | ------------------------- | e | ----------- | ------------- | -------------------------------- | B | ----------- | ------------- | -------------------------------- | G | ----------- | ------------- | -------------------------------- | D | --0-2-3b-0- | --0-2-3b-3-0- | --0-2-3-2-------3-2-0-------0--- | A | -0--------- | -0----------- | -0--------3-0-0-------0---0---0- | E | ----------- | ------------- | ------------------------0------- | Pre-Verse: e | -----1-----0--1- | B | -----3-----1--3- | G | -----2-----0--2- | D | -----0-----2--0- | A | -----------3---- | E | ---0---0-0------ | Verse: Dm C Dm I hear "Strawberry Roan" and there's bison bones been bleached out in the sun Dm Am Dm South of Raymond, whiskey trade, the antelope still run Am C Dm Hidden family reasons at the edge of consciousness Dm C Dm Silhouettes of grazing cattle on that olde Milk River Ridge Chorus(x2): Dm There are no roads here There are no signposts C Dm To guide a man thru this dark land Dm There are no roads here There is no history Am Dm No written law to stay one's hand Am ...No written law to stay one's hand Ending: e | ---1---------1- | B | --3-3--------3- | G | -2---2-------2- | D | ------0---0--0- | A | -------0-0-0--- | E | --------0------ | b=bend | ~=vibrato