Cifras
Maybe Tomorrow

Tono: B

Introducción: Em    D    G    C    D    Em    

                          Em                                                                    D  
There's a voice that keeps on calling me
                        Em                                                                    D  
Down the road where I always seem to be
                     G                                                                    C  
Every stop I make, I see my old friends
                          D                                                                                                    Em  
It ain't long, I'll get spun 'round and I'm gone again
                        G                                                                                 C  
Maybe tomorrow, my whole world'll settle down
                                D                                                         Em  
It ain't tomorrow, so I keep moving on
                             Em                                                                 D  
I'm down a road, that never seems to end
                     Em                                                                                                              D  
Full of track lines and rails and lies around each bend
                                  G                                                    C  
So if you're gonna join me for a while
                                                D                                                                                                              Em  
Better grab your hat, you know I live like that, kinda hobo style
                     G                                                                    C  
Maybe tomorrow, I'll wanna settle down
                             D                                                                                              Em  
It ain't tomorrow, so this whole world still my home
                        Em                                                         D  
I got my own world, waiting to unfold
                  Em                                                                                                                      D  
In a ziplock bag, where I can drag out this worn down soul
                             G                                                                                              C  
I made it through so far, so I know it won't be long
                                             D                                                                                                              Em  
I must be almost there, already paid my fare with this hobo song
                  G                                                                                      C  
Maybe tomorrow, my god'll help me settle down
                                     D                                                                                            Em  
But it ain't tomorrow, so I guess I'll keep moving on