• Song:

    Circle Back

  • Artist:

    John Hiatt

  • Album:

    Beneath This Gruff Exte...

"Circle Back" By John Hiatt
G                 Am             G      Am
Ward bond Was his sidekick Rowdy Yates?
G                          Am          G              Am
Drove that wagon train out West Right along this interstate
G                         Am           G      Am
Cross the high plains of Kansas To the Colorado line
   G             Am
Spent a lot of sleepless nights 'Round the campfire 
       G                   Am
They had mountains on their minds

G                 Am                           G      Am
Those high plains people They're different somehow
             G                     Am           
You spent your life leaning into a hard wind 
            G                           Am
I guess you're less likely to take a bow
G                 Am                              G       Am
All these stories buried out here They're calling to me
          G                 Am             G                   Am
Like the earthquakes in California Like the hills back in Tennessee

[Chorus:]              
   D                         C    Am
I gotta circle back, Touch something near
 D                  Am       C
Find out which way to go to get on out of here
Am                                  C
I lost my thread and I've lost some time
Am                    D                         C
But it takes a lot of ground for me to change my mind

G              Am                 G              Am
Well its 99 in Topeka The wind is blowin' hot
G                   Am              G                           Am
Blowin through my oldest daughter's hair With everything else I forgot
G                   Am           G                      Am
I drove her out to college Drove back through an empty space
G                     Am                    G                Am
Thinkin' back to when she was a baby Tryin' hard to see that face

[Chorus:] same as above

(Use same chords for final verse;G Am G Am on each line)
Two kids up and at 'Em One more left at home
She's a spark plug, a real fire cracker And in four years she'll be gone
They just blow through your life Like the wind on the plains
Like the dust that covers everything 'Til the rivers fill with rain

[Chorus:] repeat

Submitted by BENDAVE
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