Down The Road 

G
I was turned out of Cafe Cologne
D
As the sun came up the cock was crowin'
Am                                                                            C
And the ground kept swaying underneath my feet,

Repeat

All the drifters are Americans
Chasing dreams to Amsterdam,
Stumbling briskly past me on the street,

                G                                   Em
And I've got this feeling in my heart,
               C                                                                   D
That it's time to raise the blinds and change the scene,
            G                            C
And down the road I'm going.

I paint miracle on pavements,
And don't expect no payment,
Unless of course the strangers feel that kind,
I've lived this way for years and years,
And sometimes shed a madman's tears,
But my head's bursting with life most of the time,
And I get this feeling in my heart,
That it's time to raise the blinds and change the scene,
And down the road I'm going.