C  G  Am		F
Nobody's ever gonna pour  plaster in my tracks
   F			     Dm              G
My exit will be clean when I vanish from the scene
	  C	   G		  Am		   F
You won't find any thumbprints to dust your powder into
	  F			       G
Just mute donkeys, still as statues in each saloon I've been through

	 F     G  	  Am	  C
Going to Dallas as far as anybody knows
      C	  G   Am		       F
Maybe Montana depending on the way the wind blows

			     C    G	     Am			  F
No blinking red light on the line tonight or any night out in the future
	 F		      G
Kiss the people you hold dear forget that I was ever here
				  C	    G	Am			 F
If word should reach you from the field, be cool, try not to talk out of school
	  F				     G
Make them beat it out of you if they want it, live like a pack mule

	 F     G  	  Am	   C
Going to Dallas as far as anyone's concerned
      C	  G   Am		       F
Maybe Montana depending on the way the roads turn

		     G     Em		       F
And if they steer me wrong I'm just gonna play along
		       F	   G
Remember this when the time comes, try to let it soften the blow

       C     G  Am		   F
Let me go to no haven anyone would yearn for
F				 G
Burn a hole in something for me, turn around and let me go free

	 F    G        Am	   		C
Going to Dallas in the morning when the wind is fair
      C    G	      Am		F		F F G G ->
Maybe Montana if I've got enough gas to get there

C    G C     G C     G C