Long road out of Eden

 

    Am - D - Am - D (2x)

 

    Am                         D                     

1.       Moon shining down through the palms,

Am                                       D

    shadows moving on the sand,

Am                                         D                     

    somebody whispering the 23rd Psalm,

Am                           D

    dusty rifle in his trembling hands.

Am                                        D            - Am                                   D

    Somebody trying just to stay alive,           he got promises to keep,

Am                                 D        - Am                         D

    over the ocean in America,           far away, the master sleeps.

 

      F                 G                     F                      G         Am

    Silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless sky,

      F                G               F        G            Am

    gold, silver satellites, ghostly caravans passing by.

      F                G                F                           G        

    Galaxies unfolding and new worlds being born,

    Dm                  G             F                            G        

    pilgrims and prodigals creeping toward the dawn,

                    C       E                    Am       - D - Am - D

    and it's a long road - - - out of Eden

 

    Am                                       D       - Am                                      D

2.        Music blasting from an SUV           on a bright and sunny day,

Am                          D             - Am                               D

    rolling down the interstate           in the good old USA.

Am                                     D                     

    Having lunch at the Petroleum Club,

       Am                                                D

    smoking fine cigars and swapping lies,

                      Am                                        D                                 

    they say, "Give me 'nother slice of that barbecued brisket,

Am                                               D                  

    give me 'nother piece of that pecan pie !"

 

        F            G              F                  G           Am

    Freeways flickering, cell phones chiming a tune,

              F               G        F              G                  Am

    we're riding to Utopia, road map says we'll be arriving soon.

       F                     G              F                    G        

    Captains of the old order clinging to the reins,

         Dm                    G                         F                   G       

    assuring us these aches inside are only growing pains,

                   C       E                    (Am)     

    but it's a long road - - - out of Eden

 

+ Am - C - G   - Am - C - G - D (2x)

 

               F                       G                F                      G        

    Back home, I was so certain, the path was very clear,

            D                    G                   D                   G

    but now I have to wonder, what are we doing here?

                          F                     G                 F                              G        

    And I'm not counting on tomorrow and I can't tell wrong from right,

         Dm                G                      F                      G

    but I'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight.

 

+ Am - Em (3x)   + F - Dm - Em       - Am ………        + Am - D - Am - D (2x)

 

   Am                                     D                

3.      Weaving down the American highway

                       Am                                                D

    through the litter and the wreckage, and the cultural junk,

       Am                                 - D                    

    bloated with entitlement,          bloated on propaganda,

Am                             D              

    now we're driving dazed and drunk.

                              Am                                 D                

    Went down the road to Damascus, the road to Mandalay,

    Am                                              D                

    met the ghost of Caesar on the Appian Way.

                          Am                                  D              

    He said, "It's hard to stop this binging once you get a taste,

Am                                             D                   

    but the road to empire is a bloody, stupid waste."

 

           F                    G               F                  G        

    Behold the bitten apple, the power of the tools,

          Dm                        G                       Dm            G        

    but all the knowledge in the world is of no use to fools,

                    C       E                    Am      - D - Am - D

    and it's a long road - - - out of Eden.

 

+ Am - D - Am - D (4x) ....

 

    (Eagles)