The Low Highway

steve earle – the low highway

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– – – – – 0 – – – 0 – – – – 0 – 0 – 0h2 – 0 – – – 0 – – – – – 0 – – – – – – – 0 – ( 0 ) – – 0 – – – – – – – 0 – – – – – |
– 2 – – – 0 – 0h2 – – – – 0 – 0 – – – – – 0 – 0h2 – – – 0 – – – – – 0 – 0h2 – – – – – – 2 – 2h3 – – – 2 – – – – – |
– 3 – – – 3 – – – 3 – – – – – – – – – – 3 – 3 – – – 3 – – – – – – – 3 – – – – – 3 – – – – – – 3 – – – 3 – – – 3 – – – 3 – |
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |

verse 1
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travelin’ now on the low highway , three thousand miles to the frisco bay

across the rivers wild and the lonesome plains

up the coast and down and back again

Am – – – – – – – – – – – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – – |
i saw empty houses on a dead end street – 1 – 1 – 1/3 – – 3 – – – – 3 – – – – – 1 – – |
C – 2 – 2 – 2/4 – – 4 – – – – – – 0 – 0h2 – – |
people linin’ up for something to eat – 2 – 2 – – – – – – – – – – – – – 0 – 0h2 – – |
Am – 0 – 0 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 0 – – |
and the ghost of america watching me – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |

through the broken windows of the factories
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pickin’ bones of a better day as i roll down the low highway

verse 2
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travelin’ now on the low highway by the yellow moon and the light of day

snow white crown of the mountain tall

to the valley down where the shadows fall

Am
met a man with a rifle in his hand
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been away to battle in a distant land
Am
taught him to hate taught him to kill

now he’s out on the road with a hole to fill
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nobody knows the price he paid
Am C G/B
so he’s taken his toll on the low highway

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verse 3
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travelin’ now on the low highway , windows down , listenin’

wheels turnin’ round on the asphalt sayin’

every sound is a prophecy

Am
heard an old man grumble and a young girl cry
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brick wall crumble , white dove fly
Am
the call for justice and the cry for peace

and the voice of reason and the roar of the beast
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and every mile was a prayer i prayed as i rolled down the low highway