Traveling Tune Lyrics

INTRO: D Am G G
I left Chicago with the summer time
As the yawning nights drew to a close
Couldn't get the smell of grass and cheap red wine
Out of my mind
Headlights on, for it was growing dim
Two signal fires to the moon
Young and free and on my own again
Whistling a traveling tune
Whistling a traveling tune
(Harmonica)
The map sprawls out like a prophecy
The road paves over an old wound
Though my soul is a flock of geese
Headed home too soon
Whistling a traveling tune (6x and fade)