Road Buddy
Words and music by Dar Williams
From End of the Summer

(C)(G)(C)(G)
(C)(G)(C)(G)

(C)We passed the stores, (G)passed the hotels, (C)filled our car with (G)gas and then, 
We (C)drove that night, I (G)saw the moon, almost (C)got us in an (G)accident. 
And (C)then at the (G)rest stop, when that (C)woman tried to (G)steal my wallet, 
(C)It felt like an ad(G)venture, well (Am)isn't that what you would call it? 
Isn't (F)that what you would call it? 

You're my (D)road buddy, but I'm (A)lonely all the (G)time.
I (A)thought that we'd be joking, having (G)long talks on (A)late nights driving,
But you (D)drive so bad I (A)lost my patience,
So (D)pass the chips and (A)turn the station,
(D)This is not a (C)romance (G)with the (D)road.

(C)From where the moss grows (G)up the trees to (C)where the dirt is (G)rusty red, 
(C)I thought we'd find each (G)story like a (C)snakeskin or an (G)arrowhead. 
But we (C)only stop at (G)fast food places, they (C)hate their jobs, I (G)understand. 
(C)I try to act fam(G)iliar but they're (Am)floating just above the land. 
And we are (F)floating...

You're my (D)road buddy, but I'm (A)lonely all the (G)time.
(A)I thought we'd show that friendship could be (G)stronger than the(A)crossroads devil,
But I (D)thought I heard the (A)toll man saying,
(D)"I'll take that thing you (A)got from praying," 
(D)This is not a (C)romance (G)with the (D)road.

And those (A)cliffs are the same as in the (D)magazines I (A)have at home,
And the tall grass reminds me of the (D)same dreams I (A)had at home.
I thought life was a (D)road so I (A)wanted to begin it,
I said "My (D)friend and I are going (A)on a trip, so I can (D)only stop a (A)minute."

(C)You go to the (G)vending machines, I (C)want to watch those(G)kids with their mother, 
(C)Sipping on their (G)juice boxes and (C)smiling at each (G)other. 
And (C)maybe that's their (G)Dad on the phone, saying (C)"Hey, Mom, you(G)shouldn't wait, 
(C)Go ahead, have (G)dinner cause we're (Am)running just a little late, 
(F)But we're on our way." 

How 'bout it, (D)road buddy, (A)road (G)buddy,
(A)I heard about the box cars and the (G)family of (A)travellers,
But there's (D)real estate signs in the (A)cornfield stubble,
I (D)know there's love, I (A)bet there's trouble,
But you (D)just can't span a (C)lifetime (G)from the (D)road.
(D)And there's something I've(A)finally faced,(D)I finally think I (A)come from someplace.
(D)But this is not a (C)romance (G)with the (D)road. 
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