Rolling Home

I can’t believe all I’ve seen is over.
I can’t believe how beautiful it’s been
so far, so far.
I road the roads New York to San Francisco.
Took ten years to make it to the Shenandoah
and quite a few cars. Quite a few cars.

Now I’m driving to the radio
and dancing with the rabbits
on this stretch of country road.
Rolling home. Rolling home.

I can’t wait to hear whether Joe won or lost in Luray.
I’d be there but there’s a party just down the way.
Tonight I feel like playing. Tonight I feel like playing.
And Daniel’s gonna be there that’s such a good feeling.
I bet dad’s laughter is gonna shake the ceiling.
See what I’m sayin’. See what I’m saying.

I’m pretty sure I’m bound to miss the highway.
Noone around here could ever know how good I was at that.
But I’d miss them more. I’d miss them more.
Who knows, I might meet a girl who wants to go somewhere.
Well now I could take her there.
That’s for sure. That’s for sure.

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NOTES: Tune B string up to a C (Speider Capo 1rst 1,5)