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From: BMackay@ILSCO.com
Subject: 1000 miles by Dwight Yoakum
Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2000 13:40:54 -0400

A variation of the work submitted : Carl_Lafferty@pch.gc.ca

I've transposed this piece to be played in D for the lower range voices
:0) and fixed up the lyrics a bit. Thanks to Carl for the original
submission.

From: Bruce Mackay  bmackay@ilsco.com

   1000 Miles               Dwight Yoakum

                            [D] Runway 4, Flight 209
                            teardrops fall we start to [G] climb
                            this window seat proved a poor [A7] choice
                            it shows a dream that's been [D] destroyed

                            [D] Little baby starts to cry
                            hey, I would too if not for [G] pride
                            I owe so much to pride it's [A7] true
                            it brought an end to me and [D] you

                                 (Chorus)
                                 If I could I turn [G] around
                                 set my feet back on the [D] ground
                                 all this plane ride holds for [A7] me
                                 [G] is a 1000 miles of [D] misery

                            Instrumental Break

                            [D] I hear the engines, watch the clouds
                            the whole damn world looks distant [G] now
                            but I can't seem to put no [A7] space
                            [G] 'tween my cold heart and your sweet [D]
face

                            [D] Cross the aisle they're holdin' hands
                            revealing brand new wedding [G] bands
                            but our sweet gold its gone to [A7] rust
                            [G] and now my life has turned to [D] dust

                            Chorus

                            [D] All this plane ride holds for [A7] me
                            [G] is a 1000 miles of [D] misery