Waylon Jennings

^{F C7 C
C} Travelin down this lonesome railroad
Silver Ribbons in my ^Am hand
^C A million miles of cross ties
Marks a million miles I've ^G been
^G Ive picked ^F peaches down in ^G Georgia,
^F Apples up in ^G Maine
Pulled ^F cotton out in ^C Texas
^F Ridin on a ^C Train ^D
D I was just a lad of seventeen
My daddy turned me ^Bm loose
^D Silver Ribbons callin me
Engine and ^A caboose
^G I cant recall my ^A mother
^G She left when I was ^A two
^G Brunettes, blondes and ^D redheads
^G Were the only love I ^D knew
CHORUS
^G Dont ask me ^A where Im ^D going
^G Dont ask me ^A where Ive ^D been
^G Those silver ^A ribbons will ^D take me ^G there
^G There......... and back ^A agai ^G n
^G One more ^A tim ^G e....back ^A again... ^E ...
^E Traveling to the tune of freight wheels
Is such a lonely ^C#m sound
^E Here that lonesome whistle blow
And leave another ^B town
I ^A wish someone was ^B waiting
Some ^A where to welcome ^B me
^A Then those silver ^E ribbons
Would ^A see no more of ^E me
CHORUS
^A Dont ask me ^B where Im ^E going
^A Dont ask me ^B where Ive ^E been
^A Those silver ^B ribbons will ^E take me ^A there
^A There......... and back ^B agai ^A n
^A One more ^B tim ^A e....back ^B again... ^F# ...