The Trip - Dave Rawlings Machine
Gill will probably capo 5 and play D G A
G16 C4 G4 D4 G4
G Whistles blow and people get on C trains
Without knowing G where they’re going
G Someone’s daughter, C someone’s sister
Someone’s teacher G going down the road
C The body, a handkerchief, G and a hatchet
From an unspeakable crime D
But there’s no-one waiting for them
There’s no judgment G down the line
G Banjos ring and C chickens squall
And G little babies crow
G And the winter leaves and C the spring unwinds
And G summer comes again, you know
C Pink is the color of my true love’s dress
And black G is the color of her heart
D But I could never leave old Virginny
And C so it never G parts
G Ebony face, ebony C nails
Ebony coffin G on the rails
Moving south, C.O.CD., going G home to mother
C Some said for valor, for glory, for G treasure, for pride
D And sometimes brother hates brother G
Chorus
So C take a trip wherever your G conscience has to roam
It’s D much too hard to try to live a C lie at G home
G My boots are cracked with the C road dirt
And asphalt, G spit and broken dreams
Chewing gum and safety C pins
Are what G hold me in at the seams
D My pegs are loose,
My screws too tightly G wound to get in tune
But D I still try sometimes on those
Golden C summer afterGnoons
Chorus + Instrumental Verse
G There’s a picture of an old black C man G in a beaver hat
He wears a hidden C smile and a G pair of white spats
C Don’t pretend you didn’t G notice his stare
You’re D edgy and sweating and C loaded for G bear
G The skeletons dance tonight
C They’re in your G bottle and your boots
And your mandolin that C Bianca AleGtorre tried to shoot
C Ah and what’s a bullet hole or G two between friends
And D who can say when the well goes dry
Or C where the story G ends
Chorus + Instrumental Verse
G Hotel lies and C hotel whys
That G come and go with the sheets
Ah, but what’s a marriage
C If it can’t be G held up to kitchen heat
C Once I knew each valley of that G beautiful shore
But D I don’t go to the summer fair C much anyGmore
Chorus
G Your harmonica’s blown C baby G throw it away
Your denim shirt is C ragged and your G dirty collar’s frayed
C I tried to play my horn for you
But I G couldn’t seem to find a note
So I D picked up pen and paper and C this is what I G wrote
Chorus
Go C take a trip wherever your G conscience has to roam
It’s D much too hard to try to live a C lie at G home
D C G (x8) G