Girl On A Road

C
My momma was a waitress, my daddy a 
truck driver.
The thing that kept their power from
 them slowed me down awhile.
    F
I remember the morning it was the 
closing of my youth,
       C
when I said goodbye to no one and in
 that way faced my truth...
      Am
and a walk along the river...
and a rain a'coming down...
      F         G
and a girl on a road.

C
There's a rhythm to a highway to 
match the rhythm of your fears.
My shopping bag possessions 
scattered with my splattered tears.
  F
A string of nights in truck stops 
and in darkness and in lies
      C
and a man they all called 
Tigerboy...he just had to show me 
why.
        Am
He just had to give me something I'd
 forever understand...
     F         G
as a girl on a road.


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           C
And I sing rain upon the water makes
 footprints sunk in sand.
Anger upon angry hurt, take me by 
the hand.
F
Take me by the heartstrings, pull me
 deep inside
            C            
and say I'm one with your 
forgiveness and separate from my 
       Am
pride.


        C
I don't know what it's like for you 
but here's what it's like for me...
I wanted to turn beautiful and serve
 Eternity
    F
and never follow money or love with 
greasy hands,
   C
or move the earth and waters just to
 make it fit my plans.
   Am
My eyes would be the harbor,
my words the perfect place
      F         G
for a girl on a road.

  C
I met you in the Summer, I left you 
in the Fall.
In between we did some living...I 
like to think that's all...
    F
but now I see words can be like 
weapons no matter that they're 
small,
      C
and I used three tiny words on you 
and then beat it down the hall.
          Am
Does this road go on forever?
Does this terror know no end...
      F         G
for a girl on a road?


CHORUS:
           C
And I sing rain upon the water makes
 footprints sunk in sand.
Anger upon angry hurt, take me by 
the hand.
F
Take me by the heartstrings, pull me
 deep inside
            C            
and say I'm one with your 
forgiveness and separate from my 
       Am
pride.


You cannot measure what it takes to 
mend a withered heart.
They'll tell you at the onset 
everybody does their part.
I did my best to follow the calling 
of my soul.
But, it's like that first guitar I 
played...at the center is a hole,
at the center is a longing that I 
cannot understand
for a girl on a road.