Steve Earle

^E One of these days when my minds made up
And I'm sick and tired of hangin' a ^B round
I'll be ^C#m on my w ^A ay in a ^E cloud of ^B dust
On the ^C#m road to a ^B nother ^E town
^E Once upon a time I loved this house
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout burnin' it d ^B own
And I'l ^C#m l be long gon ^A e when the f ^E ire burns ^B out
On the ^C#m way to an ^B other t ^E own
To see a ^A nother city in a ^B nother light
With my ^C#m past behind me and my ^B future bright
^E One of these days when I've had enough
Buddy, you ain't gonna see me aroun ^B d
Just as ^C#m soon as ^A I get my co ^E urage up ^B
Gonna ^C#m take it to a ^B nother ^E town
^E I used to walk these streets with my head held high
Now I'm always lookin' down at the g ^B round
But I s ^C#m ee my fee ^A t on the ou ^E tbound s ^B ide
Of a r ^C#m oad to anoth ^B er town ^E
E And I'm gonna tell everybody I know
Yeah I'm gonna spread it aro ^B und
That there's a ^C#m great big wo ^A rld out the ^E re where I ^B go
On the ^C#m road to ano ^B ther to ^E wn
To see a ^A nother city in a ^B nother light
With my ^C#m past behind me and my ^B future bright
^E One of these days when my minds made up
And I'm sick and tired of hangin' a ^B round
I'll be ^C#m down that ^A road in a ^E cloud of ^B dust
On the ^C#m way to an ^B other t ^E own