Red Wanting Blue - Walking Shoes

      Intro: D
 
       D                      G             A              D
I am a blurred out background spot, in that photo on your wall
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I'm of little significance, to anyone here at all
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I'm just a man with no roots, borrowed songs and busted boots
D                       G     A
Always broke but on the move, hey hey

One Strum:*
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I am a tourist in your sunny day, like a babysitter
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When I see your dog smile, I cry inside a little

Chorus:
       D                 G          A               D
But it's just so much to touch, but never enough to hold
D                  G                 A              D
When you live your life, through postcards and telephones
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Just like the wind blowing through or that train going choochoo
D                         G           A                    D
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you
D                         G       A
We were born with walking shoes

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God bless my soul as I take his name in vain
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We are cursed to be travelers, in search of fame
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So when we hit the hollywood hills we're gonna scream our names
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Hoping one day that they’ll echooooo
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We are the tourists in your sunny day, both sweet and bitter
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And life’s just a work in progress, it makes us sigh a little

Chorus:
         D                 G          A               D
Cause it's just so much to touch, but never enough to hold
D                  G                 A              D
When you live your life, through postcards and telephones
D                          G               A               D
Just like the wind blowing through or that train going choochoo
D                         G           A                    Bm
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you

Bridge:
Bm    G    D    F#    Bm    G    D    A-Asus2-Asus4-A   
         Ahhhhhhhh             Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Chorus:
D          G          A               D
So much to touch, but never enough to hold
D                  G                 A              D
When you live your life, through postcards and telephones
D                          G               A               D
Just like the wind blowing through or that train going choochoo
D                         G     A  D                    
We were born with walking shoooooes
D          G          A               D
So much to touch, but never enough to hold.
D                 G             A               D
You can live your life like Mr. Dylan’s rolling stone
D                          G           A              D
He left the answers on the wind, and behind that choochoo
D                         G           A                    D                    
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess I’ll be seeing you
D                         G           A                  D
We were born with walking shoes, America we’ll be seeing you,
D                 G             A                     D
Only ever passing through, so I guess we'll be seeing you
D                         G      A
We were born with walking shoes

       D*                     G*            A*            D*
I am a blurred out background spot, in that photo on your wall