Intro(Played Twice): ( C )( F )

       ( C )
       I was one of those guys
                                     ( F )
       Who though he could handle it all
       ( C )
       Way too much pride
                                  ( F )
       Head held up high standing tall
       ( Dm )                        ( Em )
       I was raised in a dusty old rodeo town
       ( Dm )                       ( G )
       They said I was all around cowboy bound
       ( Dm )         ( Am )      ( F )
       So I set out after the dream
          ( G )        ( C )
       To answer the call


       ( C )                  ( F )
       Now there's too many suitcases
       ( C )          ( F )
       Too many new places
       ( C )                 ( F )
       Too many stranger's faces
       ( G )
       Calling me their friend
       ( C )              ( F )
       If I could go my way
       ( C )         ( F )
       I'd go home today
       ( C )              ( F )
       There's too many highways
       ( G )                 ( C )
       That never seems to end


       (Played Twice): ( C )( F )


       ( C )
       Well it's a long way up
                         ( F )
       To the top of the hill
       ( C )
       And if you cant pay the price
                                  ( F )
       There's always someone who will
       ( Dm )                                      ( Em )
       So you keep on running and you never look back
       ( Dm )                               ( G )
       It keeps getting harder to stay on track
       ( Dm )             ( Am )    ( F )
       And you wonder if anyone knows
           ( G )        ( C )
       How you really feel


       ( C )                  ( F )
       Now there's too many suitcases
       ( C )          ( F )
       Too many new places
       ( C )                 ( F )
       Too many stranger's faces
       ( G )
       Calling me their friend
       ( C )              ( F )
       If I could go my way
       ( C )         ( F )
       I'd go home today
       ( C )              ( F )
       There's too many highways
       ( G )                 ( C )
       That never seems to end
       ( Am )                ( F )                ( C )
       Lord I traded all I had for what could be
       ( Am )                        ( F )            ( G )
       Now from this rundown motel room all I can see


       ( C )                  ( F )
       Now there's too many suitcases
       ( C )          ( F )
       Too many new places
       ( C )                 ( F )
       Too many stranger's faces
       ( G )
       Calling me their friend
       ( C )              ( F )
       If I could go my way
       ( C )         ( F )
       I'd go home today
       ( C )              ( F )
       There's too many highways
       ( G )                 ( C )
       That never seems to end