A Tombstone Every Mile Chords by Dick Curless

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_ [C] _ _ _ _ All you big and burly men who roll the trucks along,
Better listen, you'll be thankful [G] when you hear my song.
[C] You have really got it made if you're [F] hauling goods,
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Anyplace on earth but [G] those Haynesville [C] woods. _
It's a stretch of road up [F] north in Maine,
That's [C] never, ever, ever seen a smile.
If they [C] buried all the truckers [F] lost in them woods,
There'd be [C] a [G] tombstone [C] every mile.
[F] Count them all.
There'd [C] be a _ _ [G] tombstone _ _ [C] every _ mile.
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_ _ _ _ _ When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down,
You've got to drive the woods to get [G] to Boston town.
When it's winter up in Maine, better [F] check it over twice,
[C] That Haynesville road is just a [G] ribbon of [C] ice.
It's a stretch of road up [F] north in Maine,
That's never, ever, ever seen a [G] smile.
If [C] they buried all the truckers [F] lost in them woods,
There'd be a [G] tombstone every [C] _
mile.
Count [F] them all.
_ There'd be [C] a _ _ [G] tombstone _ every [C] _
mile.
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_ [F] _ _ _ _ When you're talking to a trucker that's been hauling goods,
Down that stretch of road in Maine they call [G] the Haynesville woods,
[C] He'll tell you that dying and going down below,
Won't be half as bad as driving on [G] that road of ice and [C] snow. _
It's a stretch of [F] road up north in Maine,
That's never, ever, ever seen a [G] smile.
If [C] they buried all the truckers [F] lost in them woods,
There'd be a [G] tombstone [C] every mile.
[F] Count them all.
There'd [C] be a _ _ [G] tombstone _ _ [C] every _ mile. _ _ _ _ _ _
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