[Intro]
(Resonator guitar)
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(Piano)
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(Piano and electric guitar)
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[Verse 1]
             
A long time ag

            
o came a man o

       
n a track
             
walking thirty

              
 miles with a 

            
sack on his ba

      
ck
            
and he put dow

             
n his load whe

             
re he thought 

            
it was the bes

t
            
He made a home

            
 in the wilder

          
ness
             
He built a cab

            
in and a winte

    
r store
             
and he ploughe

              
d up the groun

            
d by the cold 

        
lake shore
            
and the other 

             
travellers cam

             
e riding down 

     
the track
            
and they never

              
 went further 

           
and they never

               
 went back
             
Then came the 

           
churches then 

came the schoo

ls
             
then came the 

            
lawyers then c

              
ame the rules
            
Then came the 

             
trains and the

             
 trucks with t

      
heir loads
            
and the dirty 

              
old track   wa

              
s the telegrap

   ( 
h road

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
             
Then came the 

        
mines - then c

ame the ore
             
then there was

              
 the hard time

            
s then there w

         
as a war
            
Telegraph sang

            
 a song about 

             
the world outs

ide
            
telegraph road

           
 got so deep a

            
nd so wide
            
like a rolling

  (
 river. . .

[Solo]
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[Interlude]
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[Bridge]
           
   And my radi

            
o says tonight

 it's gonna fr

eeze
            
People driving

              
 home from the

  
 factories
         
There's six la

nes of traffic
            
   Three lanes

            
 moving slow. 

      
. .

[Piano solo]
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[Guitar solo]

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[Verse 3]
            
   I used to l

              
ike to go to w

             
ork but they s


hut it down
             
I've got a rig

              
ht to go to wo

              
rk but there's

            
 no work here 

        
to be found
              
Yes and they s

           
ay we're gonna

             
 have to pay w

       
hat's owed
            
We're gonna ha

              
ve to reap fro

           
m seed that's 

            
been sowed
             
And the birds 

              
up on the wire

            
s and the tele

  
graph poles
             
They can alway

              
s fly away fro

        
m this rain an

d this cold
            
You can hear t

             
hem singing ou

             
t their telegr

    
aph code
            
all the way do

              
wn the telegra

          
ph road

[Interlude]
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[Verse 4]
(           
You know I'd s

            
ooner forget b

       
ut I remember 

those nights
             
When life was 

              
just a bet on 

       
a race    betw

een the lights
              
You had your h

           
ead on my shou

              
lder, you had 

             
your hand in m

   
y hair
            
Now you act a 

              
little colder 

           
like you don't

               
 seem to care
           
   But believe

              
 in me baby an

       
d I'll take yo

u away
             
From out of th

              
is darkness an

  
d into the day
            
From these riv

             
ers of headlig

             
hts, these riv

              
ers of rain
            
From the anger

              
 that lives on

            
 the streets w

             
ith these name

 
s
            
'Ccos I've run

              
 every red lig

            
ht on memory l

       
ane
            
I've seen desp

            
eration  explo

                  
de into flames
            
   And I don't

            
 wanna see it 

 
again. . .

            
From all of th

              
ese signs sayi

    
ng sorry but w

e're closed
            
all the way   

             
              

            
  down the tel

                
egraph road

[Solo]
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