Like the pine trees (B)lin ing the wind ing road,

I’ve got a name;

I’ve got a name.

Like the sing ing bird and the croak ing (C#m)toad,

I’ve got a name:

I’ve got a name,

and I car ry it with me like my (E)dad dy did,

but I’m liv ing the dream no where,

that he kept (B)hid.

(G#m)Mov in’ me down the high way,

(G#m)roll in’ me down the high way,

(A)mov in’ a head so life won’t pass me by.

Like the north wind (B)whis tl in’ down the sky,

I’ve got a song;

I’ve got a song.

Like the whip poor will and the ba by’s (C#m)cry,

I’ve got a song;

I’ve got a song,

and I car ry it with me and I (E)sing it loud;

if it gets ing me my no way,

I’ll go there (B)proud.

(G#m)Mov in’ me down the high way,

(G#m)roll in’ me down the high way,

(A)mov in’ a head so life won’t pass me by.

And I’m gon na go there free.

(G#m)Mov in’ me down the high way,

(G#m)roll in’ me down the high way,

(A)mov in’ a head so life won’t pass me by.