Lost Inside The Chords
Found myself in a hotel room
Still up before dawn
Tired from the road again
Like luggage, old and worn
Working nights and sleeping days
Sure can be tough
But women and the whiskey bars
I could never get enough
And when I'm standing on the stage
I get my reward
Then it’s back on the bus again
Tired but never bored

And the crowd roars…
And I’m lost inside the chords

And the crowd roars…
And I’m lost inside the chords

Rolling through another town
Unshaven looking gruff
Hanging with the backstage crew
Can get sometimes get tough
Looking back at my hometown
I couldn't wait to go
Picked up that guitar of mine
And learned to make it flow
And when the lights come on at night
My energy's restored
Up and down the frets I crawl
The axe is mightier than the sword
And the crowd roars…
And I’m lost inside the chords

And the crowd roars…
And I’m lost inside the chords

Back up on the bus again
The pavement passing by
Last night down in New Orleans
Today a sad goodbye
Riding through another town
An endless string shows
Pushing through and playing on
When it ends god only knows
But when I hit that first chord
I refuse to be ignored
Always driving sounds abound
Finding notes yet unexplored

And the crowd roars…
And I’m lost inside the chords

And the crowd roars…
And I’m lost inside the chords

And the crowd roars…
And I’m lost inside the chords