GThis is for, the gBmirl next door,
CWho thinks sGhe knDows Gme,
GShe adores the waBmy my words, feels juCst liGke hoDme,
But SGhe don't know the saBmdness flow that pCours oGut nDightGly,
C C without middle finger G
Still I keep rolling the lonesome road out before me.

This is for the boy next door,

Who thinks he's loves me,

He adores the voice that sores into his heart,

But he don't know the sadness flow that pours out nightly,

Still I keep rolling the lonesome road out before me.

BmWhere do you lie Cdown?
GAnd can I lie Bmtoo?
BmOh just for a Cmoment,
GBut then I gotDta go.

This is for my friends and more,
Who live so richly.
Still we taste the solitude in the back of our mouths,
we all know the sadness flow, that pours out like a chorus,
Still we keep rolling the lonesome road out before us

Where do you lie down?
And can I lie too?
Oh just for a moment,
But then I gotta go.

We all know know the sadness flow that pours out like a chorus,
Still we keep rolling the lonesome road out before us,
Sill we keep rolling the lonesome road before uts.