Corb Lund Band - No Roads Here
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There are no roads here
There are no signposts
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To guide a man thru this dark land
There are no roads here there is no history
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No written law to stay one's hand
Dm
Well there's a growed over wagon trail that's headed for the west
There's a tipi ring out to Purple Springs if your ponies need their rest
Em
There's a shepherd out in Vauxhall and the coulees who may know
Am
But the sheep shack's old and leaning and that was sixty years ago
Dm
There are no roads here there are no signposts
C Dm
To guide a man thru this dark land
There are no roads here there is no history
C Dm Em A Dm
No written law to stay one's hand
Dm
Well, I see handcarts pulled by desperate settlers bent under the yoke
Fleeing lives of certain serfdom for this new faith of which he spoke
Em
Trekking 'cross the desert with a few intrepid Danes
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There's times I still think I can feel the blood of Vikings in my veins
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I hear "Strawberry Roan" and there's bison bones been bleached out in the sun
South of Raymond, whiskey trade, the antelope still run
Em
Hidden family reasons at the edge of consciousness
Am
Silhouettes of grazing cattle on that olde Milk River Ridge
Dm
There are no roads here there are no signposts
C Dm
To guide a man thru this dark land
There are no roads here there is no history
C Dm
No written law to stay one's hand
There are no roads here there are no signposts
C Dm
To guide a man thru this dark land
There are no roads here there is no history
C Dm
No written law to stay one's hand
C Dm
No written law to stay one's hand
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