Tuning Standard
Intro (I think it's pretty accurate, otherwise, you get the idea)
e|--------------|-------------|-----------------------|
B|--------------|-------------|-----------------------|
G|--------------|-------------|-----------------------|
D|-----0-2-3~-0-|---0-2-3-3-0-|---0-2-3-2-------3-2-0-|
A|----0---------|--0----------|--0--------3-0-0-------|
E|---0----------|-0-----------|-0---------------------|
e|------------|-------------|-----------------------------1-|
B|------------|-------------|-------------------------3---3-|
G|------------|-------------|-----------------------2---2-2-|
D|---0-2-3~-0-|---0-2-3-3-0-|---0-2-3-2-------3-2-0-------0-|
A|--0---------|--0----------|--0--------3-0-0---------------|
E|-0----------|-0-----------|-0-----------------------------|
Chorus:
Dm
There are no roads here
There are no signposts
C Dm
To guide a man thru this dark land
Dm
There are no roads here
There is no history
Am Dm
No written law to stay one's hand
Pre-verse: (I can' figure out this part, but this is the best I can figure out)
e|-----1-----0--1-|
B|-----3-----1--3-|
G|-----2-----0--2-|
D|-----0-----2--0-|
A|-----------3----|
E|---0---0-0------|
Verse:
Dm C Dm
Well there's a growed over wagon trail that's headed for the west
Dm Am Dm
There's a tipi ring out to Purple Springs if your ponies need their rest
Am C Dm
There's a shepherd out in Vauxhall in the coulees who may know
Dm C Dm
But the sheep shack's old and leaning and that was sixty years ago
Chorus:
Dm
There are no roads here
There are no signposts
C Dm
To guide a man thru this dark land
Dm
There are no roads here
There is no history
Am Dm
No written law to stay one's hand
Pre-Verse:
e|-----1-----0--1-|
B|-----3-----1--3-|
G|-----2-----0--2-|
D|-----0-----2--0-|
A|-----------3----|
E|---0---0-0------|
Verse:
Dm C Dm
Well, I see handcarts pulled by desperate settlers bent under the yoke
Dm Am Dm
Fleeing lives of certain serfdom for this new faith of which he spoke
Am C Dm
Trekking 'cross the desert with a few intrepid Danes
Dm C Dm
There's times I still think I can feel the blood of Vikings in my veins
Little Solo:
e|---------------|-------------|-------------------------|
B|---------------|-------------|-------------------------|
G|---------------|-------------|-------------------------|
D|------0-2-3~-0-|--0-2-3b-3-0-|--0-2-3-2-------3-2-0--0-|
A|----0----------|-0-----------|-0--------3-0-0-------0--|
E|---0-----------|-------------|-------------------------|
e|-----------|-------------|--------------------------------|
B|-----------|-------------|--------------------------------|
G|-----------|-------------|--------------------------------|
D|--0-2-3b-0-|--0-2-3b-3-0-|--0-2-3-2-------3-2-0-------0---|
A|-0---------|-0-----------|-0--------3-0-0-------0---0---0-|
E|-----------|-------------|------------------------0-------|
Pre-Verse:
e|-----1-----0--1-|
B|-----3-----1--3-|
G|-----2-----0--2-|
D|-----0-----2--0-|
A|-----------3----|
E|---0---0-0------|
Verse:
Dm C Dm
I hear "Strawberry Roan" and there's bison bones been bleached out in the sun
Dm Am Dm
South of Raymond, whiskey trade, the antelope still run
Am C Dm
Hidden family reasons at the edge of consciousness
Dm C Dm
Silhouettes of grazing cattle on that olde Milk River Ridge
Chorus(x2):
Dm
There are no roads here
There are no signposts
C Dm
To guide a man thru this dark land
Dm
There are no roads here
There is no history
Am Dm
No written law to stay one's hand
Am
...No written law to stay one's hand
Ending:
e|---1---------1-|
B|--3-3--------3-|
G|-2---2-------2-|
D|------0---0--0-|
A|-------0-0-0---|
E|--------0------|
