Tono: D
Introducción: D
G
On a strip highway
D
Where nobody stops or stays
A
Hell-bent on revival, looking to grow some roots
G
I have mortgaged my survival with these worn out cowboy boots
D
But there's just one horse in forty miles
G
And he's the prize possession of the Dallas zoo
D
And he feels like a stranger, too
D
Old Silver, take me riding through the foothills of my life
I went easy in the saddle with a lever-action rifle
G
And a tin canteen
D
Through a field of dreams
A
Way out by the Beltline where the armadillos play
G
With the noble bootjack rabbit in the evening of the day
D
Oh where my brothers have you gone
G
For I return to thank you for the gifts you gave
D
But the field is paved
G D A G D
D
These nights I work the graveyard at the Burger King downtown
I get off in the morning and I lay my wages down
G
At the convenience store
D
Where stood my old front door
A
St. Peter when you call me, you can find me waiting here
G
Beneath this sad mimosa tree with a quart of drive-thru beer
D
For home is in the heartland, but the heartland cannot save you
G
When the heart is gone
D
And home's moved on