Down The Road And Back Again

| A E | B |

B                       E       G#m
. She never came from Miami F-L-A
A            B                   
. She never "found herself" like 
E                 G#m
other girls, they say
A             B                  
. She had the kind of face you'd 
E          C#m     F#m        B
never even miss, invisible in bliss
    E             C#m         F#m
She couldn't understand why 
            B
nobody felt like this
B                        E       
. She walked a mile in a 
          G#m
faithless pair of heels
A          B             E      
. Just to imagine how it looks 
          G#m
and how it feels
A           B              
. To be the kind of girl that 
   E         C#m   F#m         B
everyone adored high upon a score 
board
E                   C#m    F#m  
Smiling through her teeth, wild 
           B
as thunder underneath

A          E           B        
High, high in the sky, out of 
       E
reach of you and I
A              E           B
Witnessin' the days go by. Don't it 
make a poor girl cry?
A        E           B          
Oh Lord, it's a sin, all this 
         E
pain we're livin' in
A                  E              
Don't it make your poor head spin 
B                      E
down the road and back again
A        E  B                    
La la la la down the road and back 
  E
again
A        E
La la la la

B                         E      
. He never told himself ambition 
       G#m
wasn't real
A               B                
. He taught his eyes to think and
     E            G#m
 his brain how to feel
A            B              
. He got his wires crossed and 
   E                C#m
couldn't raise a smile
Continues after the ad
     F#m             B
Made sense once in a while
E                 C#m           
Countin' down the days 'til his 
F#m                  B
clothes came back in style
B                        E       
. He couldn't see how anythin' 
           G#m
was right or wrong
A             B                  
. He knew the words and tune but 
   E               G#m
he didn't know the song

A            B             
. He spoke a language that he 
   E               C#m
couldn't barely speak
   F#m             B
An out-of-date technique
    E                  C#m     
And though he was just blood and 
          F#m          B
bone he always felt unique

A          E           B        
High, high in the sky, out of 
       E
reach of you and I
A              E           B
Witnessin' the days go by. Don't it 
make a poor girl cry?
A        E           B          
Oh Lord, it's a sin, all this 
         E
pain we're livin' in
A                  E              
Don't it make your poor head spin 
B                      E
down the road and back again
A        E  B                    
La la la la down the road and back 
  E
again
A        E  B                    
La la la la down the road and back 
  E
again
A        E  B                    
La la la la down the road and back 
  E
again
A        E  | B     E   |
La la la la   . . . & 4

A        C#m        E      B F#m
Each and every last one in denial
A              C#m            E 
Countin' every minute 'til it 
    B    F#m
seems worthwhile
A          C#m             E    
Draggin' behind them every last 
B    F#m
heartache
         A        C#m             
Singin' "Jesus forgive me" for 
   E   B     F#m
their own sweet sake
           G#m A                B C
In a fever .   . nothin' better . .
          C      D |E     | E |
When your soul's at stake

    A          E           B     
And high, high in the sky, out of
          E
 reach of you and I
A              E           B
Witnessing the days go by. Don't it 
make a poor girl cry?
A       E           B           
. Lord, it's a sin, all this 
        E
pain we're livin' in
A                  E              
Don't it make your poor head spin 
B                      E
down the road and back again
A        E  B                    
La la la la down the road and back 
  E
again
A        E  B                    
La la la la down the road and back 
  E
again
A        E  B                    
La la la la down the road and back 
  E
again
A        E  B                    
La la la la down the road and back 
  E
again

| A E | B E | A E | B E | A E | 

B E | A E | B E |



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I write chord charts to show how, as
 a rhythm guitarist,
I play songs. I don't claim they are
 the "right" way. They're not
intended to be taken as tabs which 
notate exactly how a song was played
on a recording.