Waylon Jennings

^{D Bm Gsus A D D} Theres a road, runs clear to the ^Bm sky
It calls to my ^G spirit, ^A calls to my ^D heart
Shes been a ^D harbor, a port in a s ^Bm torm
Shes got one more ^G sunrise, ^A and one more ^D dawn
CHORUS:
^G Fiddles don't make ^D violins
^G Motel Rooms don't make ^D homes
^G You can't turn water into ^Bm wine
^G you can't make a ^A rock from a rolling ^D stone
^D You'd be a liar, if you said you've ^Bm changed
Theres a river of ^G freedom ^A running thorugh your ^D veins
She'll be ^D there, in your heart and your ^Bm mind
Till the last song ^G fades, ^A and the music ^D dies
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