DaddDy brought home a photograph fromG the paper yesteDrday. It sDhowed a line of wagons MoviGn' someplace far aAway. ThatG picture made my Daddy smile And Dit made my MoAmma cry. Bm SeemGs like Daddy's wagonload of dreams haveA long since passed him by.Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
ChorusAnd Gthe dreams that make a sparrow fly can Dmake an eagle fall. One Gthat makes a rich man money Ain'Dt no dream at all. A It'sG a crying shame to wake up JustD to find its aAll been brokBme in two. CareGful 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.
Chorus3. 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.
ChorusThere! I think that should erase the brain fart. Later.