Country Road (2).kar

Take to the highway,
won't you lend me your name?

Your way and my way
a-seem to be one and the same.

Mama don't understand it,
she wants to know where I've been.

I'd have to be some kind o' natural-born fool
to wanna pass that way again.

But you know I could feel it
on a country road.

Sail on home to Jesus,
won't you, good girls and boys?

I'm all in pieces,
you can have your own choice.

But I can see a heavenly band full o' angels,
and they're comin' to set me free.

I don't know nothing 'bout the why or when,
but I can tell you that it's bound to be,

because I could feel it, child yeah,
on a country road.

I guess my feet know where they want me to go:
walkin' on a country road, yeah.

Take to the highway,
won't you lend me your name?

Your way and my way,
they seem to be one and the same, child.

Mama don't understand it,
she wants to know where I've been.

I'd have to be some kind o' natural-born fool
to wanna pass that way again.

But I could feel it, Lord,
on a country road.

Walk on down, walk on down,
walk on down, walk on down,
walk on down a country road.

La la la la, la la la la, la la la la,
la la la la la, la la la la, la la la la.

Country road, woh! yeah!
walkin' on a country road,
country road, country road, country road.