[Verse 1]
C C/B Am
Well, I am looking, I am searching, I have found
F G
Near the ground, my soul, myself, beneath this trail
C C/B
There's no other place I'd rather be
Am F
Can't you see me out here walking
G
In the rain and hail
C C/B Am
The purpose of life, it seems to me
F G
Is not to take yourself too seriously
C C/B
I wouldn't want to be an old man
Am
Sitting in an office building someplace
F G
Far away, with worry on my face
[Chorus]
F C
Well you can take my car, my stereo, my little money
F C
Leave me with nothing but my trail family
F Am
Take my dress up clothes, my cheap cologne, my college loans
Am
I don't mind
G
I don't mind
[Verse 2]
C C/B
Well if that tax man comes looking
Am F
I'm at ten thousand feet cooking up some oatmeal
G
Or some rice and beans
C C/B Am
I worship the spirit who doesn't just look down
F
He looks up and through and all around
G
Find him in the rocks and trees
C C/B
Cause there's no reason to pray
Am F
When you wake up every day to the sunrise
G
Over Cito Peak
C C/B Am
So find some ground, lace up your boots, start walking
F
And you will find reason
G
Enough reason to believe
[Chorus]
F C
Well you can drop your worries at the parking lot
F C
Or way down in the city where the sun burns hot
F Am
Although civilization is a nice place to visit
G
I wouldn't want to live there
[Verse 4]
C C/B Am
And just one final paragraph of advice
F
Don't burn yourself out
G
Be as I am
C C/B
It's not enough to fight for the land
Am F
It's even more important to enjoy it while you can
G
While it's still here
[Chorus]
F C
So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around
F C
Ramble out yonder, explore the woods, encounter a grizz
F Am
Climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep
G
That yet sweet, lucid air
[Verse 5]
C C/B Am F
Sit quiet for a while, contemplate the precious stillness, that mystery
G
And awesome space
C C/B Am F
Enjoy yourself, keep your brain in your head, and your head attached to your body
G
Body active and alive
C C/B
And I promise you this much
Am F G
I promise you this one sweet victory, over our enemies
[Chorus]
F C
Over those desk-bound people with their hearts in a box
F C
And their eyes hypnotized by calculators
F C Am
I promise you this one sweet victory
G C
You'll outlive the bastards!