| D | Em | G | |
| One laugh | in the middle of a | struggle, |
| D | Em | G | |
| Many dia | monds at the botto | m 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 | denyin', |
| D | Em | G | |
| Say bad love, | somebody ain't | tryin' |
| G | A | |
| Did you ever walk some place, | just to take the 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 | |
| sang a song. |
| G | |
| I looked at a dying man. |
| A | |
| He sang along. |
| A | D | G | |
| We got moun | tains, |
| D | G | |
| well we got beac | hes. |
| D | E | |
| We got love that | makes us mad, |
| G | A | |
| love that has to teach u | s. |
| G | |
| I looked in a frying pan, |
| A | |
| sang a song. |
| G | |
| I looked at a dying man. |
| A | |
| He sang along. |
| D-E-G |
| 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. |
| We walk the line... |