Miracle of Living

E He left Boston in December for New Mexico E Determined to forget all of the faces hed known D A E A little lonesome and a world of troubled mind E With a bed roll on his shoulder and a banjo on his knee E He would hitch a ride with truckers, he believed them to be free D A E Eighteen-wheelers roll a little further down the line E He did not meet a girl in Richmond nor in old San Antone E His vision of the Southwest would be realized alone D A E Alone to wonder how his life had gone thus far "The walkup you can hear leading into the chorus can be played like this:" E--------- B--------- G--------- D--------- A-----7-4- E-0-4----- Chorus 1: C#m A As he walked along the highway B E He felt a power from inside C#m A He found a miracle of living B E In having nothing left to hide E He walked Carlsbad to White Sands for forty days and nights E But it only took ten minutes for that man to realize D A E Lord, its lonesome everywhere E Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano E A Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano, yeah, yeah Hes walking down the road he says Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano Nananona, Nananona, Nananonam, nanano Now hes living back in Boston teaching English in high school Glad to have bi-weekly wages, Glad the kids all think hes cool Hes a man who has learned from where hes been He keeps a bottle full of white sand on his table down the hall And a worn map of New Mexico thumb-tacked on the wall Oh, you never know He may need to go again Chorus 1 Chorus 2: As he walks along the hallway He feels that power swell up from inside And finds a miracle of living In having nothing left to hide Chorus Oh, its a miracle