| D | Em | G | |
| One laugh | in the middle of a | struggle, |
| D | Em | G | |
| Diamond | at the bottom of a | puddle. |
| G | A | |
| Did you ever stare at the moon, | 'till you saw double, |
| D | Em | G | |
| I hear you | walk away from | trouble. |
| D | Em | G | |
| Good love, | there ain't no | denying, |
| D | Em | G | |
| Say bad love, | somebody ain't | trying |
| G | A | |
| Did you ever walk some place, | just take time, |
| D | Em | G | |
| Or take the | fast road and get | going. |
| G | A | |
| And then the rules break, | there's no mistake, |
| D | Em | G | |
| These are | precious times, | you and I, |
| G | D | - | Em | - | G | |
| We walk the line. |
| A | D | - | Em | - | G | |
| We walk the line. |
| G | |
| I looked in a frying pan, |
| A | |
| I sang a song. |
| G | |
| I looked at a dying man. |
| A | |
| He sang along. |