E7 D A E7 D A E7 D A Come on, my friends, letʼs make for the hills. E7 D A They say thereʼs gold but Iʼm looking for thrills. E7 D A You can get your hands on whatever we find, E7 D A ʼCause Iʼm only coming along for the ride. B Well, you go your way, Iʼll go mine. G I donʼt care if we get there on time. A Everybodyʼs searching for something, they say. F Iʼll get my kicks on the way. E7 D A Over the mountains, across the seas, E7 D A Who knows what will be waiting for me? E7 D A I could sail forever to strange sounding names. E7 D A Faces of people and places donʼt change. B All I have to do is just close my eyes G To see the seagulls wheeling in those far distant skies. A F All I want to tell you, all I want to say is count me in on the journey. Donʼt expect me to stay. E7 D A E7 D A
