Forty Miles From Nowhere.
Rodney Crowell.
Album: Close Ties.
Intro: D Dmaj7 D A Bm A Em7 A6 A7 A
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It rained today, the clouds rolled up at dawn,
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All hell burst wide open, and just like that was gone,
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Your little lap dog chased a fox tailed squirrel,
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Cross the main road through the wood,
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Some ninja on a dirt bike, nearly ran him down for good,
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Right about now it gets quiet around here,
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What with nightfall in the wings,
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The floorboards creak and faucets leak,
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But it's the emptiness that sings,
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The wind grows chill, and then lies still,
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Forty miles from nowhere,
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At the bottom of the world.
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November sky's, a diamond-studded dome,
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A hundred billion points of light,
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To guide my way back home,
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When the moon is hanging fat and full,
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And all those jangly stars recede,
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A fold out couch on a midnight porch,
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Is where my footsteps lead,
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You always said, I made my bed,
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Forty miles from nowhere,
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At the bottom of the world.
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Friends don't call like they used to,
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For reasons not unkind,
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If there's anything that we can do,
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Rings hollow down a telephone line.
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There's a cedar grove in back of the house,
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Maybe halfway down the hill,
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A place to go and just lay low,
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When there's precious time to fill,
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A few gravestones, a pre-civil war fence,
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And the random arrowhead,
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Where the beehive swarmed three summers ago,
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Too wet the old men said,
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So it's me your, little lap dog and that old brindle cat,
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Trying to keep this place in line,
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And heading into town these days,
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Is the last thing on my mind.
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I weep for you, it's what I do,
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Forty miles from nowhere,
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At the bottom of the world,
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Forty miles from nowhere,
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At the bottom of the world.
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