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Tabbed by Dave Levinson, davelev74@yahoo.com
The Road I Must Travel – The NightWatchman (Tom Morello) Live Bonnaroo 2007
C G
Well I climbed seven summits and I swam the seven seas,
Am G
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
C G
Well I fought in the jungles and I fought in the streets,
F G
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
Now once I had a reason, don’t know what it could be
And the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
Well I sang to myself that I want to be free,
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see. (Na, Na, Na…)
I walked the empty desert and was burned in the heat,
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
I crossed the frozen wasteland and the bitter cold did freeze,
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see
Now I will knock on every door for I do not have a key,
And the road I must travel its end I cannot see
Well I sang to myself that I want to be free,
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see
(Na, Na, Na………) Sing…
They shot a man in Soho, couldn’t guess his age,
I found his empty journal, I filled up every page.
Called up my state senator, they said he wasn’t there,
The secretary took my name and man she sounded scared,
So I counted my misfortunes I added up the blame,
I picked through all the garbage, I checked off all the names,
I read in the newspaper, they questioned my old friends,
They hoped that they could find me (my ass) before I struck again.
So I sang to myself that I want to be free,
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
So when thirsty I will drink and when hungry I will steal
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
So tonight I walk in anger with worn shoes on my feet,
And the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
And I will sing to myself that I’m going to be free,
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
(Na, Na, Na….)
There’s a sign along the highway but it’s too dark now to read…
