Cifras
Long Black Road Into Tulsa Town

Tono: C

Introducción: C    G    Dm    C    

                                  G                                                 Dm                                      Am    F  
I got a world of trouble in mind, the pilgrim said
                                                     C                              Bb                      F      C  
Need something to believe in, or someone to be
                     G                                                              Dm                                              Am         F  
I got a mountain of worries just piling up inside my head
                                                     C                                         Bb                            G      F  
It's a curse of the worst kind for a dreamer like me
                                     G                                      E7                                                 Am    F  
So he climbed up alone on the Turkey Mountain Ridge
                                                        C                                 G              F  
He looked out at the people on the plain
                  G                                                      E7                                                              Am              F  
He saw god that night in the sleepy river and the city lights
                                                  C                                    G  
But he felt like a loser just the same
                                Am                    C                 F  
Woah, woah, states of misery
                          C  
States of grace
G                            Am                 C                            G  
Trouble and joy on a young man's face
                C      C/B      Am              Am/G  F  
Swing low sweet chariot
                     C  
Take me down
             Dm                      Am                    G            C            G  C  
That long black road into Tulsa town
                                        G                                                 Dm                                    Am              F  
"Well, I gotta roll these tumbling dice again", he sighed
                                                        C                                      Bb                            F         C  
"Leave it up to good fortune and the draw and the deal.
                                        G                                         Dm                                                              Am    F  
I gotta put my life out on that table and just let it ride
                                                        C                                                 Bb                    G                 F  
Slip away from these hounds of love that nip at my heels"
                                          G                                              E7                                         Am  
But over on the back porch, in the early morning rain
                  F                                    C                         G  
Sits a girl with a mirror in her smile
F                                                    G                                                    E7                            Am                              F  
Insubstantial as the summer breeze, as it disappears into the trees
                                                        C                                 G  
But she holds his eye for a little while
                                Am                    C                 F  
Woah, woah, states of misery
                          C  
States of grace
G                            Am                 C                            G  
Trouble and joy on a young man's face
                C      C/B      Am              Am/G  F  
Swing low sweet chariot
                     C  
Take me down
             Dm                      Am                    G            C            G  
That long black road into Tulsa town
                 C    G    Dm         C    G    Dm  
                                     C    G    Dm         F         G         C  
                                                G                                                                    Dm                                    Am            F  
One dreamer got a job someplace, they say he got his life on track
                                          C                                                    Bb                              F      C  
One dreamer got married, they say he sleeps in the sun
                                          G                                                                            Dm                                                            Am  F  
One dreamer got strung out young, you know he never really did bounce back
                                                C                                              Bb                      G  
One dreamer got a second chance, and others got none
F                                                                      G                                         E7                    Am  
This dreamer's sitting on a park bench, in a city far away
                  F                                 C                                    G  
And he tells you the stories of his youth
F                                                 G                                                 E7                                            Am                                 F  
Forcing a laugh and making a joke outta being lonesome and silly and broke
                                                  C                                              G  
But he still makes room for a little truth
                                Am                    C                 F  
Woah, woah, states of misery
                          C  
States of grace
G                            Am                 C                            G  
Trouble and joy on a young man's face
                C      C/B      Am              Am/G  F  
Swing low sweet chariot
                     C  
Take me down
             Dm                      Am                    G            C  
That long black road into Tulsa town
G            C      C/B      Am                 Am/G  F  
Swing low sweet chariot
                     C  
Take me down
             Dm                      Am                    G  
That long black road into Tulsa
                             C            C/B    Am    Am/G    F    G    C  
Into Tulsa town