E
He left Boston in December for New Mexico
E
Determined to forget all of the faces he’d known
D A E
A little lonesome and a world of troubled mind
E
With a bed roll on his shoulder and a banjo on his knee
E
He would hitch a ride with truckers, he believed them to be free
D A E
Eighteen-wheelers roll a little further down the line
E
He did not meet a girl in Richmond nor in old San Antone
E
His vision of the Southwest would be realized alone
D A E
Alone to wonder how his life had gone thus far
"The walkup you can hear leading into the chorus can be played like this:"
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Chorus 1:
C#m A
As he walked along the highway
B E
He felt a power from inside
C#m A
He found a miracle of living
B E
In having nothing left to hide
E
He walked Carlsbad to White Sands for forty days and nights
E
But it only took ten minutes for that man to realize
D A E
Lord, it’s lonesome everywhere
E
Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano
E D A
Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano, yeah, yeah
He’s walking down the road he says
Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano
Nananona, Nananona, Nananonam, nanano
Now he’s living back in Boston teaching English in high school
Glad to have bi-weekly wages, Glad the kids all think he’s cool
He’s a man who has learned from where he’s been
He keeps a bottle full of white sand on his table down the hall
And a worn map of New Mexico thumb-tacked on the wall
Oh, you never know He may need to go again
Chorus 1
Chorus 2:
As he walks along the hallway
He feels that power swell up from inside
And finds a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide
Chorus
Oh, it’s a miracle