The Road taby ukulele według Frank Turner

Em
Ever since my childhood I've been scared I've been afraid

G
Of being trapped by circumstance and staying in one place

D
So I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored

A
Somewhere secret somewhere safe

F
And somewhere close to the door

Em
Well I've traveled many countries I've washed my feet in many seas

G
I've drunk with drifters in Vienna and with punks in old dc

D
And I've driven across deserts driven by the irony

A                                                                                    F
That only being shackled to the the road could ever I be free


Em
To the east to the east

G
The road beneath my feet

D
To the west to the west

A                                      F
I haven't got there yet

Em
And to the north to the north

G
Never to be caught

D
To the south to the south

A                                    F
My time is running out







Continue on with the song like that :D 
(I'm unsure about the D chord, change it if you so desire).