E
He left Boston in December for New Mexico
E
Determined to forget all of the faces he�d known
D A E
A little lonesome and a world of troubled mind
E
With a bed roll on his shoulder and a banjo on his knee
E
He would hitch a ride with truckers, he believed them to be free
D A E
Eighteen-wheelers roll a little further down the line
E
He did not meet a girl in Richmond nor in old San Antone
E
His vision of the Southwest would be realized alone
D A E
Alone to wonder how his life had gone thus far
"The walkup you can hear leading into the chorus can be played like this:"
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Chorus 1:
C#m A
As he walked along the highway
B E
He felt a power from inside
C#m A
He found a miracle of living
B E
In having nothing left to hide
E
He walked Carlsbad to White Sands for forty days and nights
E
But it only took ten minutes for that man to realize
D A E
Lord, it�s lonesome everywhere
E
Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano
E D A
Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano, yeah, yeah
He�s walking down the road he says
Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano
Nananona, Nananona, Nananonam, nanano
Now he�s living back in Boston teaching English in high school
Glad to have bi-weekly wages, Glad the kids all think he�s cool
He�s a man who has learned from where he�s been
He keeps a bottle full of white sand on his table down the hall
And a worn map of New Mexico thumb-tacked on the wall
Oh, you never know He may need to go again
Chorus 1
Chorus 2:
As he walks along the hallway
He feels that power swell up from inside
And finds a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide
Chorus
Oh, it�s a miracle
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