paroles de chanson Endless Highway (Studio Version) - The Band
                                                    G 
                                                D
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                    a 
                                                silver 
                                                dollar 
                                                and 
                                                put 
                                                it 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                pocket,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                E
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                slip 
                                                away.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    G 
                                                    D 
                                                A
 
                                    
                                
                                                Always 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                man, 
                                                not 
                                                    a 
                                                boy 
                                                gone 
                                                astray.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    D 
                                                D/C# 
                                                Bm 
                                                Bm/A 
                                                    E 
                                                A
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                ya 
                                                get 
                                                half 
                                                cra-zy 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                August 
                                                heat
 
                                    
                                
                                                    D 
                                                D/C# 
                                                Bm 
                                                Bm/A
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                frozen, 
                                                rotted 
                                                road
 
                                    
                                
                                                E
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                to 
                                                complain 
                                                to 
                                                about 
                                                your 
                                                achin′ 
                                                feet.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus:)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                    G 
                                                    D 
                                                A
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                gonna 
                                                walk 
                                                that 
                                                endless 
                                                highway,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    D 
                                                    E 
                                                A
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walk 
                                                that 
                                                high-way 
                                                till 
                                                you 
                                                die.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    G 
                                                    D 
                                                A
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                you 
                                                children 
                                                goin′ 
                                                my 
                                                way,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    D 
                                                    E 
                                                A
 
                                    
                                
                                                Better 
                                                tell 
                                                your 
                                                home-life 
                                                sweet 
                                                goodbye.
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                    a 
                                                detour 
                                                up 
                                                ahead,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                    I 
                                                leave 
                                                it 
                                                far 
                                                behind,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                knows 
                                                what 
                                                you're 
                                                apt 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                there.
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                cost 
                                                of 
                                                livin, 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                price 
                                                of 
                                                dyin',
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                it 
                                                look 
                                                like 
                                                t′me 
                                                this 
                                                time 
                                                    I 
                                                wont 
                                                be 
                                                buyin′
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus)
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                they 
                                                get 
                                                    a 
                                                scapegoat 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                throat,
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                hard 
                                                labour 
                                                and 
                                                cold 
                                                beans.
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                ya 
                                                get 
                                                away 
                                                real 
                                                quick,
 
                                    
                                
                                                You′ll 
                                                be 
                                                eatin 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                poison 
                                                peanut 
                                                machine.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                    I 
                                                sing 
                                                by 
                                                night, 
                                                wander 
                                                by 
                                                day.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                road 
                                                and 
                                                it 
                                                looks 
                                                like 
                                                I′m 
                                                here 
                                                to 
                                                stay.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus)
 
                                    
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