E              A       E
If today was not an endless highway
                     A       E
If tonight was not a crooked trail
       A    B7            E
If tomorrow wasn?t such a long time
      A                  B7                E
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
E                         A      E
I can   see my reflection in the waters
E                              A      E
I can   speak the sounds that show no pain
E       A        B7         E
I can?t hear the echo of my footsteps
E     A                  B7              E
And I can?t remember the sound of my own name
       A          B7                E
Ah but only if my own true love was waitin
A                B7           E
I could hear her heart softly poundin
 A      B7            E               A         B7       E
Only if she was lyin? by me  then I?d lie in my bed once again.

G  O

E                             A       E
There?s beauty in the silver, singin? river;
E                             A       E
There?s beauty in the sunrise in the sky;
E            A                 B7                  E
But none of these, and nothing else can touch the beauty
        A       B7                E
That I remember in my true love?s eyes
        A          B7                E
Ah but  only if my own true love was waitin
A                B7           E
I could hear her heart softly poundin
 A      B7            E               A         B7       E
Only if she was lyin? by me  then I?d lie in my bed once again.

     From Chris Hillman "Morning Sky"
     Sugar Hill Records
     Warner Bros Inc(ASCAP)