Waylon Jennings

^D It's midnight at a liquor store in T ^G exas
Cl ^D osing time another day is d ^A one
When a b ^D oy walks in the door and points a p ^G istol ^E
He can't f ^D ind a job ^A ,Lord he's found a g ^D un
Verse 2:
^D He pulls it off with no trace of confront ^G ation
Then he l ^D ets the old man run out in the str ^A eet
Even th ^D ough he knows they'll come with guns a bl ^G azing ^E
And alre ^D ady he can f ^A eel that great rel ^D ief
Chorus:
^D Oh how many travelers get w ^C ear ^G y
B ^D earing both their burdens and their sc ^A ars
D ^D on't you think they'd love to stop compl ^C ain ^G ing
Fl ^D y like eagles o ^A ut among the st ^D ars
Verse 3:
^D He pictures the arrival of the cr ^G uisers
Sees that ^D old familiar anger in their ^A eyes
He kn ^D ows that when they're shooting at this l ^G oser ^E
They'll be ^D aiming at the d ^A emons in their l ^D ives
Chorus.
Verse 4:
^D The evening news it carries all the d ^G etails
He d ^D ies in every living room in t ^A own
At his h ^D ome a bottle's thrown in ^G anger ^E
And his f ^D ather cries ^A we'll never live this d ^D own
Chorus bis:
^D Oh how many travelers get w ^C ear ^G y
B ^D earing both their burdens and their sc ^A ars
D ^D on't you think they'd love to start all ^C ov ^G er
And fl ^D y like eagles o ^A ut among the st ^D ars
Fly like eagles o ^A ut among the st ^G ars
Thanks to David M. Potter (dmp12@cornell.edu) for the lyrics.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@math.univ-mlv.fr
http://soleil.univ-mlv.fr/~perret/waylon.html