C  Am  F  G  C

    C                    Am
It must be that time of year
     F                  G
I'm feeling that pull again
      C                    Am
I've got to get away from here
        F                          G                     
Oh get back to where my feet can stand
 C                           Am 
Back to where the trees grow tall
         F                G          
Ain't a sound for miles around
   C                    Am 
Except for the distant call
          F       G      C
Of that lonely coyote's howl

             F                         C
Well life's mysteries unravel when my tires hit that gravel
        G                         C
And I leave the paved road far behind
     C                                  Am
And every breath I breathe is one step closer to me
 F         G       C
Easing my worried mind

C               Am
Way back in the sticks
    F             G
is where I feel alive
         C           Am
where my rusty old '66
           F   G     C
won't even go fifty five

C               Am
Nothing can compare
        F             G
to the joy that I've found
C                     Am
every time I go back there
       F  G          C
to my own spiritual ground

             F                         C
Well life's mysteries unravel when my tires hit that gravel
        G                         C
And I leave the paved road far behind
     C                                  Am
And every breath I breathe is one step closer to me
 F         G       C
Easing my worried mind

             C                   Am
I'll make a quart of sweet corn whiskey
          F               G
From ten gallons of sour mash
         C         Am    
Turn a pile of firewood
        F      G        C
Into a pile of sky grey ash

           C                Am
If there's anything left inside me
       F                          G
That remembers what it's like to feel
      C                       Am
That cold rain falling on the top of my head
        F      G        C
And the mud beneath my heels

             F                         C
Well life's mysteries unravel when my tires hit that gravel
        G                         C
And I leave the paved road far behind
     C                                  Am
And every breath I breathe is one step closer to me
 F         G       C
Easing my worried mind
     C                                  Am
And every breath I breathe is one step closer to me
 F         G       C
Easing my worried mind