Telegraph Road
by Dire Straits · harmonica tab for C diatonic harmonica
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A long time a-go came a man on a track
Walk-ing thir-ty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where
he thought it was best
And he made a home in the wil-der-ness
He built a ca-bin and a win-ter store
And he ploughed up the ground by
the cold lake shore
And the oth-er tra-vel-lers
came rid-ing down the track
And they nev-er went fur-ther,
and they nev-er went back
Then came the church-es then came the schools
Then came the law-yers then came the rules
Then came the trains & the trucks with their load
And the dir-ty old track was the te-le-graph road
VERSE 3
And my ra-di-o says to-night it's gon-na freeze
Peo-ple driv-ing home from the fac-tor-ies
There's six lanes of traf-fic
Three lanes mov-ing slow. . .
but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work
But there's no work here to be found
Yes and they say we're gon-na
have to pay what's owed
We're gon-na have to reap from some
seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires
and the tel-e-graph poles
They can al-ways fly a-way from this
rain and this cold
You can hear them sing-ing out
their tel-e-graph code
All the way down the tel-e-graph road
VERSE 5
From these riv-ers of head-lights
these riv-ers of rain
From the an-ger that lives on the
streets with these names
'cos I've run ev-ry red light on mem-o-ry lane
I've seen des-pe-ra-tion ex-plode in-to flames
And I don't want to see it a-gain
From all of these signs say-ing sor-ry
but we're closed
All the way down the tel-e-graph road