Intro 2x: Am  C

        Am
I lost everything
     C
I fell out of a daydream
      F                       Dm
At the door of a long lost friend
      Am
And I cried aloud
        C
Without an inch of pride
     F                     Dm
I knew I had reached the end

    Am
An old and lonely man
     C
Saw me sittin on the curb
    F                      Dm
He reached out an took my hand
           Am
He said I know your song
       C
And I know your name
      F                      Dm
And there was a time that I felt the same

Refr?o:
            C
But it's a low low road
              F
You've gotta roll down
              Dm                Am
Before you find your way, my friend
            C
And it's a high, high hill
           F
You've gotta climb up
              Dm       G      C
Before you get to the top again

( Am  C ) (2x)

Am             C
I held on so dearly
         F                   Dm
To the wrong things in my life
Am                 C
But now I see so clearly
        F                    Dm
I was walking into my own knife
             Am (d? uma paradinha na batida antes de fazer a nota)
You've got to get up off that street
        C
Stop looking at your feet
            F                Dm
And take a hold of something real
      Am              C
And this old man, took my hand
     F                       Dm
He looked at me and said, little girl, I understand

Refr?o:
            C
Thats a low low road
              F
You've gotta roll down
              Dm                Am
Before you find your way, my friend
            C
And it's a high, high hill
           F
You've gotta climb up
              Dm       G      C
Before you get to the top again

Ponte:
F                                        Am
And there was a time that I thought that I knew it all
F                                       Am
And there was a place that I thought I could call my own
F                  G          Am
But it all came crashing down and I looked around
  Dm                               F        G C F Dm
And I knew that things would never be the same

(ow low road
You've gotta roll down
Before you find your way,)
         Am
my friend
          C
And it's a high, high hill
             F
You've gotta climb up
           Dm         G      C
Before you get to the top again

It's a low low road
You've gotta roll down
Before you find your way, my friend
And it's a high, high hill
You've gotta climb up
Before you get to the top again
Cause it's a low, low road
You've gotta roll down
It's a low, low road

( Am  C )