The Telling Takes Me Home

 G                         C
Let me sing to you all the old songs I know
        C7                D
Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow
        Em                              D
And the wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow
      C                            G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

  G                         C
Come along with me to some places that I've been
         C7                          D
Where people all look back and they still remember when
         Em                         D
And the quicksilver legends, like sunlight, turn and bend
      C                            G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

 G                          C
Walk along some wagon road, down the iron rail
   C7                         D
Past the rusty Cadillacs that mark the boom town trail
        Em                    D
Where dreamers never win and doers never fail
      C                             G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

     G                   C
I'll sing of my amigos, come from down below
    C7                            D
Whisper in their loving tongue the songs of Mexico
      Em                      D
They work their stolen Eden, lost so long ago
     C                             G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

     G                        C
I'll tell you all some lies, just made up for fun
       C7                            D
And the loudest, meanest brag, it can beat the fastest gun
            Em                          D
I'll show you all some graves that tell where the West was won
      C                            G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

        G                            C
And I'll sing about an emptiness the East has never known
      C7                            D
Where coyotes don't pay taxes and a man can live alone
          Em                           D
And you've got to walk forever just to find a telephone
      C                            G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home

      G                       C
Let me sing to you all those old songs I know
      C7                   D
Of the wild, windy places locked in timeless snow
         Em                            D
And the wide, crimson deserts where the muddy rivers flow
      C                            G
It's sad, but the telling takes me home