| C6 | Bb | Am | |
| I met | two kind | people on the | road |
| C6 | Bb | Am | |
| I was a | pproached and | (?) from the | coast |
| Bb6 | Am | |
| I've been | traverling for four days and nig | hts, sir |
| Bb6 | Am | |
| And I | do want to thank you for the rice, si | r |
| Bb6 | Am | |
| And the | soap your wife made tasted fine |
| Dm | G7 | |
| If it's | all the same I'll be | on my way on the next turn |
| C6 | Bb | Am | |
| I'm | three miles | shy from my | town |
| And my baby is waiting I hope, sir |
| After fifteen trucks and and old Ford |
| And the government madness I run away |
| And I hate to say I can't tell you my name |
| Coz I'm four days gone into running |
| C | |
| I can't | even go home, take my baby and run |
| I've got a reason to live |
| I've got the things I can give |
| C6 | Bb | Am | |
| And I'm | four days | gone into | running |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |