New Faces In The Field-crd Third Tyme Out
New Faces In The Field
[E]The Highway sun said the G[G#m]eorgia Line
[A]was twenty miles a[F#m]way.
I th[E]ought I'd take a detour,[F#m] and see the old home pl[B7]ace. [A]
[E]I could have found my [G#m]way back with my eyes cl[A]osed,
and in the d[F#m]ark.
This o[E]ld dirt road 'aint on the map, [B7]I know the way by he[E]art.
And the ho[A]use still looks the same,
though the name on that old mailbox has been cha[E]nged.
And the tra[A]ctor turns the Earth,
That my daddy and a mule had plowed up fi[E]rst.
As the mem[C#m]ories return, and my e[F#m]yes begin to burn.
This old pl[A]ace, has new fa[B7]ces i[A]n the f[E]ield.
The rocking chair is on the front porch
Moved from the sudden wind.
Its almost like my mom and dad, are sitting there again.
I hear my brother calling me from his favorite, climbing tree
But I'm just hearing echoes, of how things used to be.