Any Old Stretch Of Black Top

A A A A I got money in my pocket and a guitar in my hand F F These lonely nights without you are more than I can stand D D A A I work like a puppet. . . But it's time to cut the strings A A Well, I hit the ground running. . . And I won't be looking back F F I'll be like a locomotive headed down a one-way track D D A A It won't take too long, just you wait and see G D As long as it will lead me back to you C D A A Any old stretch of blacktop will do D D North, south, east or west, been everywhere it seems A A Uptown rooms and honky-tonks don't feel like home to me D D I'll be stepping out the rhythm while I'm singing a new song A C D E E And it's knowing where I'm going that will keep me moving on A A Turn my collar to the wind and put my thumb up in the air F F Flag a diesel down or catch a bus from anywhere D D A A Colorado, California, or even Kalamazoo G D As long as it will lead me back to you C D A A Any old stretch of blacktop will do D D A A D D A C D E E A A Well, I hit the ground running. . . And I won't be looking back F F I'll be like a locomotive headed down a one-way track D D A A It won't take too long, just you wait and see G D As long as it will lead me back to you C D A A Any old stretch of blacktop will do D D A A D D C D A A D D North, south, east or west, been everywhere it seems A A Uptown rooms and honky-tonks don't feel like home to me D D I'll be stepping out the rhythm while I'm singing a new song C D A A ’Cause right around the corner, I’ll see the lights of hell D D A A D D C D A A D D A A D D C G G D A