This was requested in the Newsletter, Recorded by Kenny Rogers.
Dan Mooney - Portland, Oregon
[F]When the morning sun, streaks a[C7]cross my room, and I'm [Bb]waking up,
from another dream of [F]you, yes I'm on the road, once a[C7]gain it seems,
all I've [Bb]left behind, is a chain of broken [F]dreams.
[F]But you know I [C7]love you, Yes I [Bb]love you, Oh I [F]love you.
[F]How I wish that love, was all we [C7]need to live, what A [Bb]life we'd
have, cause I've got so much to [F]give, and it seems so wrong, deep
in[C7]side my heart, that the [Bb]dollar sign, should be keeping us
And if [Bb]only I could find my way back [F]to the time, when the
[Bb]problems of this life had not yet [F]crossed our minds, all the
[Bb]answers could be found in childrens nursery [F]rhymns, I'd come
[C7]running back to [F]you, I'd come [C7]running back to [F]you.
[F]But you know we can't, live on [C7]dreams alone, and to [Bb]pay the rent,
I must leave you all a[F]lone, you know I made my choise, many [C7]years
ago, now this [Bb]traveling life, is the only one I [F]know.