D-Em-G-D first two lines, then D-Em-A-D for St. Genevieve part.
| D | G | |
| Walkin down Main Street, gettin' to know the concrete |
| A | D | |
| Lookin for a purpose f | rom a neon sign. |
| D | G | |
| I would meet you anywhere western sun meets the air |
| A | D | |
| I'll hit the road, n | ever lookin' behind. |
| chorus: |
| Can you deny, there's nothin' greater |
| nothin' more than travelin' hands of time |
| St. Genevieve can hold back the water, |
| but saints don't bother with a tear stained eye. |
| (banjo solo) |
| Seein' traces of the scars that came before |
| written in the pavement, still akin' for more |
| when the hours don't move along, worn-out wood and familiar songs |
| To hear your voice is not enough, is more than a shame. |
| (chorus) |
| (solo) |
| Like a man said, rode hard and put away wet |
| throw away the bad news and put it to rest |
| If learnin is livin', and the truth is a state of mind |
| you'll find it's better at the end of the line. |
| (chorus) |