Rough Edges

Intro:  G       F       C       G

               G                   
Cracks in your windshield, holes in
      F
 your life,
                         C         
And you're trying to get home 
          D
before it gets light.
                  G              
That old five-ton truck don't run 
         Em
good no more,
                     C             
Barely gets up those hills with 
              D
your foot to the floor.
                    G          
And your horses are tired, your 
             Em
excuses are weak,
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                    C         
And you ain't won a race since 
         D
seventy-three.
                    G          
But all through the night, that 
              F
trailer just sways.
                  C           
An east wind, you know, always 
        G
brings rain.

Out on the freeway, those big wheels
 just roll,
Out past your time, and through your
 front door.
Lights on the skyline, signs on the 
road,
You don't pick up your mail, you 
don't answer your phone.
And your old friends are dead, or 
they've all gone away,
Wildflowers cry over their graves.
And the paper they throw at the end 
of the lane,
An east wind, it says, always brings
 rain.

Down by the river, where the old 
boys still ride.
And the edges are rough as suicide.
Where the whisky's got colour, and 
the cows feed on grass,
The windmills pump water, and your 
cheques don't go bad.
And your blankets are dirty, your 
eternity frayed,
And on through the night, that 
trailer just sways.
So load up those cattle, move out 
that train,
An east wind, you know, always 
brings rain.