Key: E
Introduction: A D G A A D G Bm A D
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I was just a small-time country boy when I left that dusty town,
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Route 66 to the westward and hopped an old freight down.
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California, here I come,
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By the side-door Pullman and the sunburnt thumb,
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And they called us Okies, lowdown bums,
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And the po-lice on us frowned.
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Never tire of the road, Never tire of the rolling wheel.
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Never tire of the ways of the world, Way out yonder is a-calling me.
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And the dark road leads me onwards, and the highway that's my code,
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And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said: Never tire of the road.
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California to the New York Island, me and my guitar,
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And we played in many a hobo jungle, many a skid-row bar,
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Standing out in the wind and the rain,
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That lonesome whistle is a sweet refrain,
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When you're waiting for some old freight train,
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That carries an empty car.
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Never tire of the road, Never tire of the rolling wheel.
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Never tire of the ways of the world, Way out yonder is a-calling me.
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And the dark road leads me onwards, and the highway that's my code,
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And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said: Never tire of the road.
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Shipped on board of a liberty ship to sail the ocean blue.
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We were carrying guns, TNT, D-Day soldiers too.
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All of the men on board agreed
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With Cisco, Jimmy, Longhi and me,
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And our song rang out across the sea:
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You fascists bound to lose.
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All you fascists bound to lose.
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Yes, all you fascists bound to lose.
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I said: all you fascists bound to lose.
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You're bound to lose. You fascists bound to lose.
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Never tire of the road, Never tire of the rolling wheel.
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Never tire of the ways of the world, Way out yonder is a-calling me.
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And the dark road leads me onwards, and the highway that's my code,
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And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said: Never tire of the road.
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Don't let them ever fool you, or take you by surprise,
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That dirty smell of a politician and the man with the greed in his eyes.
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One big union that's our plan
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And the IWW's your only man.
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The flames of discontent we'll fan
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For the cause that never dies.
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Never tire of the road, Never tire of the rolling wheel.
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Never tire of the ways of the world, Way out yonder is a-calling me.
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And the dark road leads me onwards, and the highway that's my code,
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And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said: Never tire of the road.
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