Someplace Far Away

Dadd[D]y brought home a photograph

from[G] the paper yeste[D]rday.

It s[D]howed a line of wagons

Movi[G]n' someplace far a[A]way.

That[G] picture made my Daddy smile

And [D]it made my Mo[A]mma cry. [Bm]

Seem[G]s like Daddy's wagonload of dreams

have[A] long since passed him by.

And [G]the dreams that make a sparrow fly

can [D]make an eagle fall.

One [G]that makes a rich man money

Ain'[D]t no dream at all.     [A]

It's[G] a crying shame to wake up

Just[D] to find its a[A]ll been brok[Bm]e in two.

Care[G]ful what your dreamin' cause it someday may come true.    [D]

2.  Well, he talked on all through suppertime
'bout a good prospector's life.
Couldn't see Momma didn't want to be
No good prospector's wife.
He said we best sail out and go
before the weather turns to cold.
Maybe buy ourselves an extry horse
to carry all that gold.

3.  Well, I got up as soon as the first light came
to start the mornin' fire.
Wonderin' if my Momma's will
Cooled that man's desire.
And inside the stove upon the coals
And ash and paper lay.
Was a ghostly line of wagons
movin' someplace far away.

(repeat last line of chorus)

There!  I think that should erase the brain fart.
Later.