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{t: Dusty Country Roads}
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{artist: Bob Henson}
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{capo: 4}
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{sov}
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Now when [C]I was growin' up, there was a [F]beat-up pickup [C]truck
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took my dad and me down the [G]dusty country [C]roads
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Now [C]years have come and gone, that old [F]truck still rolls a[C]long
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Through the mem'ries in my [G]heart and in my [C]dreams
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{eov}
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{soc}
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And the [F]lessons that I learned as the [C]old truck rumbled on,
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They guide me when I don't know where to [G]go
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Though the [F]old man's gone away, things he [C]taught ring true today
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As I travel down this [G]dusty country [C]road
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{eoc}
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{c: Instrumental}
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Now [C]she worked dawn to dust, always [F]kept the family [C]first
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And she taught us to be [G]all that we could [C]be
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I've travelled far and wide, I still [F]feel her by my [C]side
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Every time that I reach [G]out and touch my [C]dreams
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And the [F]lessons that I learned from the [C]pages that she turned,
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They guide me when I don't know where to [G]go
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And though [F]Mom has gone away, the things she [C]taught ring true today
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As I travel down this [G]dusty country [C]road
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{eoc}
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{c: Instrumental}
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No [C]matter where you go, there's a [F]dusty country [C]road
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Oh, they twist, they turn, they [G]change every [C]day
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Now together or alone, that [F]old road keeps goin' [C]on
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And it's what you've learned that [G]helps you find your [C]way
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And the [F]lessons that I learned from the [C]bridges I have bruned,
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They guide me when I don't know where to [G]go
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Though it's [F]sometimes hard to say if what I've [C]learned rings true today
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As I travel down this [G]dusty country [C]road
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As I travel down life's [G]dusty country [C]road
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{eoc}
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