Forty Miles From Nowhere.
Rodney Crowell.
Album: Close Ties.

Intro: D Dmaj7 D A Bm A Em7 A6 A7 A
      A6       D                         Bm
It rained today, the clouds rolled up at dawn,
    Em                    A
All hell burst wide open, and just like that was gone,
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Your little lap dog chased a fox tailed squirrel, 
Bm                                   E
Cross the main road through the wood,
Em                         A
Some ninja on a dirt bike, nearly ran him down for good,
A6                                   D    Bm
Right about now it gets quiet around here, 
Bm                              E
What with nightfall in the wings,
    Em
The floorboards creak and faucets leak, 
A
But it's the emptiness that sings,
    G               D               G     D
The wind grows chill, and then lies still,
D
Forty miles from nowhere,
A7                   D
At the bottom of the world.

  A6     D    Bm
November sky's, a diamond-studded dome,
Em7
A hundred billion points of light,
A
To guide my way back home,
         Dmaj7   A6              D
When the moon is hanging fat and full, 
Bm
And all those jangly stars recede,
  Em7                                A7
A fold out couch on a midnight porch,
   A7                 A
Is where my footsteps lead,
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You always said, I made my bed,
D                Bm7
Forty miles from nowhere,
A7                   D    A6 Bm 
At the bottom of the world.

              Bm7
Friends don't call like they used to,
            D
For reasons not unkind,
Em
If there's anything that we can do,
G                   A7         A
Rings hollow down a telephone line.

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There's a cedar grove in back of the house,
      Bm
Maybe halfway down the hill,
  Em
A place to go and just lay low, 
A                                 A7
When there's precious time to fill,
      Dmaj7                              D Bm
A few gravestones, a pre-civil war fence, 
Bm                       Dmaj7
And the random arrowhead,
Em7                                        A6 A7
Where the beehive swarmed three summers ago, 
A7                  A    Em
Too wet the old men said,
        D
So it's me your, little lap dog and that old brindle cat,
Bm                               Em6
Trying to keep this place in line,
    Em7                          A
And heading into town these days, 
A
Is the last thing on my mind.

  G                  D      G  D
I weep for you, it's what I do,
D                       A7
Forty miles from nowhere,
A7                   Bm   E
At the bottom of the world,
D                       Bm7 A
Forty miles from nowhere,
A                    Dmaj7
At the bottom of the world.

Fade: D Bm Em7 Em A6 A Dmaj7 D Bm Em A D 
Bm7 Bm Em6 A A6 D Bm7 Em7 A7 A A6 Dmaj7

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