Twenty Four Days No Justice [G] Twenty-four days and [C]Twenty-four nights is all we g[Em]ot, to make it all our o[D]wn. Make s[G]omething outta what might have been, make [C]dreams come alive, and see the l[Em]ight thought a cl[D]oud of somke. Well how h[G]igh can we dream and how [C]far can we go, till we r[Em]each the end of our r[D]oad. Will you c[G]atch me when I get there, will you p[C]ush me if I slow down this l[Em]ong, long wind[D]ing road. Still y[G]oung and a rambling livin' l[C]ife (allcountrytabs.com)