Too Many Highways By Ty England
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 Intro(Played Twice): (C)(F)

       (C)
       I was one of those guys
                                     (F)
       Who though he could handle it all
       (C)
       Way too much pride
                                  (F)
       Head held up high standing tall
       (Dm)                        (Em)
       I was raised in a dusty old rodeo town
       (Dm)                       (G)
       They said I was all around cowboy bound
       (Dm)         (Am)      (F)
       So I set out after the dream
          (G)        (C)
       To answer the call


       (C)                  (F)
       Now there's too many suitcases
       (C)          (F)
       Too many new places
       (C)                 (F)
       Too many stranger's faces
       (G)
       Calling me their friend
       (C)              (F)
       If I could go my way
       (C)         (F)
       I'd go home today
       (C)              (F)
       There's too many highways
       (G)                 (C)
       That never seems to end


       (Played Twice): (C)(F)


       (C)
       Well it's a long way up
                         (F)
       To the top of the hill
       (C)
       And if you cant pay the price
                                  (F)
       There's always someone who will
       (Dm)                                      (Em)
       So you keep on running and you never look back
       (Dm)                               (G)
       It keeps getting harder to stay on track
       (Dm)             (Am)    (F)
       And you wonder if anyone knows
           (G)        (C)
       How you really feel


       (C)                  (F)
       Now there's too many suitcases
       (C)          (F)
       Too many new places
       (C)                 (F)
       Too many stranger's faces
       (G)
       Calling me their friend
       (C)              (F)
       If I could go my way
       (C)         (F)
       I'd go home today
       (C)              (F)
       There's too many highways
       (G)                 (C)
       That never seems to end
       (Am)                (F)                (C)
       Lord I traded all I had for what could be
       (Am)                        (F)            (G)
       Now from this rundown motel room all I can see


       (C)                  (F)
       Now there's too many suitcases
       (C)          (F)
       Too many new places
       (C)                 (F)
       Too many stranger's faces
       (G)
       Calling me their friend
       (C)              (F)
       If I could go my way
       (C)         (F)
       I'd go home today
       (C)              (F)
       There's too many highways
       (G)                 (C)
       That never seems to end