American Tune

Man y’s the (C)time I’ve been

mis (E)tak

en I and have a (E)man y

times con fused.

I Yes, and I’ve (C)of ten felt

for (G)sak

(C)en

(E7)and (Am)cer tain (E7)ly mis used.

Oh, but it’s (F)I’m

(G)al right, I’m (F)al

(C)right,

I’m just (F)wea ry

(G)to (G#dim7)my (Am)bones.

Still, you don’t ex pect to be (C)bright (G)and (D)bon

vi (G)vant (C)so (F)far (C)a (G)way from home,

so (C)far

a (G)way from home.

I don’t know a (C)soul who’s not

been (E)bat

tered, I don’t have a (E)friend who

feels at ease.

I don’t know a (C)dream that’s not

been (G)shat

(C)tered

(E7)or (Am)driv en (E7)to its knees.

Oh, but it’s (F)al

(G)right, right, it’s (F)al

(C)right,

for we (F)lived so

(G)well (G#dim7)so (Am)long.

Still, you when I think of the (C)road (G)we’re (D)trav

’lin (G)on, (C)I (F)won (C)der (G)what’s gone wrong,

so (C)far

a (G)way from home.

I don’t know a

(Am)I can’t (Dm7)help it, I (C)won der

what’s gone (C)wrong.

And I dreamed I was dy ing,

I dreamed that my (G)soul rose

un ex (Ebdim)pect ed ly,

and look ing back (G)down at me,

smiled re as sur ing ly.

And I dreamed I was (C)fly ing,

and high up a (G)bove my

eyes could (Ebdim)clear ly see

the Sta tue of (G)Lib er ty

sail ing a way to sea,

and I dreamed I was (C)fly ing.

We come on the (C)oth (G)er (D)work

ing (G)day, (C)and I’m (E)try ing to get

some rest.

That’s all I’m (G)try ing

to get some (C)rest.