Wide open Spaces
By, Ed Burleson
Transcribed by, Tony Williams
From the CD "My Perfect World"
[D] I dream of wide open spaces.
[G] Far away places
Where a [D] man can be a [A7] man.
I [D] dream of lookin' out my window
[G] Out where the grass grows
Where no [D] concrete [A7] spoils the [D] land.
[D7][G] What are we commin' to?
[D] What are we gonna do?
[A7] When all the things that are good are [D] gone.
[D7] [G] Have we all forgotten the
[D] Things that make life worth livin'?
[A7] Like Texas, family and [D] home.
[D] I think of all the times I spent
[G] Sittin' under an oak tree and
Smellin' the [D] fresh air lord and feelin' the [A7] breeze.
I think of [D] all the people livin'
Always [G] takin' never givin'
With no [D] care for their [A7] brother man or his [D] needs.
[D] Now the hills hold the highways
[G] Plains fill the skyways
Seems [D] everything's been touched by mans [A7] progress.
Yea, [D] progress is what they call it;
And that's [G] what it is, I guess.
But, all and [D] all, it seems to [A7] me just a big ole [D] mess.