Road I Must Travel by The Nightwatchman

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Tabbed by Dave Levinson, davelev74@yahoo.com

The Road I Must Travel – The NightWatchman (Tom Morello) Live Bonnaroo 2007
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Well I climbed seven summits and I swam the seven seas, 
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But the road I must travel its end I cannot see. 
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Well I fought in the jungles and I fought in the streets, 
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But the road I must travel its end I cannot see. 

Now once I had a reason, don’t know what it could be

And the road I must travel its end I cannot see. 

Well I sang to myself that I want to be free, 

But the road I must travel its end I cannot see. (Na, Na, Na…) 

I walked the empty desert and was burned in the heat, 
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see. 
I crossed the frozen wasteland and the bitter cold did freeze, 
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see
Now I will knock on every door for I do not have a key, 
And the road I must travel its end I cannot see
Well I sang to myself that I want to be free, 
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see
(Na, Na, Na………) Sing…

They shot a man in Soho, couldn’t guess his age, 
I found his empty journal, I filled up every page.
Called up my state senator, they said he wasn’t there, 
The secretary took my name and man she sounded scared, 
So I counted my misfortunes I added up the blame, 	
I picked through all the garbage, I checked off all the names, 
I read in the newspaper, they questioned my old friends, 
They hoped that they could find me (my ass) before I struck again.
So I sang to myself that I want to be free, 
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
So when thirsty I will drink and when hungry I will steal 
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
So tonight I walk in anger with worn shoes on my feet, 
And the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
And I will sing to myself that I’m going to be free, 
But the road I must travel its end I cannot see.
(Na, Na, Na….)
There’s a sign along the highway but it’s too dark now to read…


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