D A
Left L.A, Thursday morning
G D
Left the weight far behind
A
No goodbyes and no warnings
G D
Cold in the heart and unkind
Being up ain’t worth nothing
If the best of you is down
Peace I’ve heard must be something
So I guess I’ll look around
C D
Railroad cars have no memories
C D
Highway signs cannot see
C D
If ever you’re doing nothing
C G D
Say a prayer for Nancy and me, Nancy and me
Phoenix chill took my body
Worth a dollar thirtty-three
Dallas cops took my money
But my soul went running free
Atlanta seen eyes for dyin’
But it was not my time
Nanvy held me to her
When we crossed the Georgia line
Chorus
Mountains are made for climbing
Feelings are a place to rest
Love is somethhing I’m still finding
In the whell of loneliness
If you have trouble understanding
Just be what you must be
Let me be what I am
God bless you and god bless me
Chorus
by: José Duarte
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