(Capo on 4)
Intro.: |(A/D) |(G/D) |(D) |(A/D) |(D) |(D) |(D) |(D) |
(D)Making my way past Tullahoma, better pick up the (A)pace
I'm (D)traveling with a three ring circus, (A)headed for Santa (D)Fe
I (D)finally found a radio station that's keeping me wide a-(A)wake
And (D)just when I like what (G)I hear playing is (D)when it starts (A)fading a-(D)way
(Chorus)
We're (G)stacking up miles and slowing down the passing (D)lane
A (G)truckers tan and dirty Ray Bans, (A)looking for a place to top off the propane
Moving along in this little house on the (D)highway
Inst.: / / / |(D) |(D) |(D) |
The (D)cabinet doors keep swinging open, each time I make a (A)left
The (D)only way I know (G)where I'm going is (D)chasing the (A)sun straight (D)west
Repeat Chorus
Inst.: / / / |(D) |(D) |(D) |(G) |(G) |(G) |(A) |(A) |
(D)Wheels keep rolling into mountain tops and the hills are all beginning to rise
You'll know you finally made it there, when the wood is all petrified
We'll (G)don't use a brake, pop the clutch and shift those (D)gears
It's (G)no man's land to the Rio Grand, (A)driving through the sand and we're just out here
Repeat Chorus
Outro.: / / / |(D) |(D) |(D)Little house on the |(D) highway |(D) |(D) ----