Take A Look Around
By Mark David Manders
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
5/23/04

Capo 2

D            G          D               G
Fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down
D             G                     D     A       D
I feel a song coming on, it’s got a Texas kind of sound
          Em                              F                            G
There’s a black top underneath my wheels, cutting a path through these Texas hills
                  D
Just take a look around


The heat is rising off the black top, ain’t seen a car in miles
Each new bend is like a long-lost friend, makes me want to search a while
And words can’t describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills
Just take a look around

Fiddle solo

    A                           G
And last night in my dreams God spoke to me out loud
  A                                             G                      D
I asked him what heaven’s really like he said, “Son, just take a look around.”

 
So fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down
I feel a song coming on, it’s got a Texas kind of sound
And words can’t describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills
Just take a look around