Instrumental
There'll be days, I know Where the pain, it floods in slowly But don't worry, we won't let you go Where the hours roll like thunder And the waves, they
The management said they were sorry For the inconvenience you are suffering And Mr. Booking Agent, please have mercy Don't book the jobs so far apart
Standin' by your window in pain, a pistol in your hand And I beg you, dear Molly, girl Try and understand your man the best you can Across The Great
I know the desert could hold all the love That I feel in my heart for you Just like the ocean that started to roll My love, it could be comin' to you
I was born by the river in a little tent And just like this river I've been running ever since It's been a long time coming But I know a change is gonna
Old man sailin' in a dinghy boat down there Old man down is baitin' a hook on there Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook Gonna pull man into the suckling
The war was over and the spirit was broken The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew We stood on the cliffs and watched the ships Slowly sinking to their
Capo on 2nd Fret (below are just chord shapes), actual chords are: (F#m=(Em), A=(G), D=(C), E=(D), E7=(D7), Bm=(Am)) Em
To our elders who teach us of our creation and our past So we may preserve mother earth for ancestors yet to come We are the land To our brothers and
If I never saw you You'd still live in my dreams Calling out from stages And music magazines ?If I were a painter You'd be green and gold Carved out of
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine We shared the good times with the bad Now many a year has passed me by I still recall the best thing I ever
I've told you once, now you should know The reason that I'm coming down. There ain't no time to repeat again; Just need to bring it around. We had a
Chorus: N.C. G Let's go out (let's go out) C In a Blaze of Glory G D All good things must end G
I wanna hear pitter patter Climb up your ladder, now It's time for you to dream away 'Cause for a big day that you've been through You've done all the
Seen the arrow on the door post Saying, "This land is condemned" All the way From New Orleans to Jerusalem I traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs
Blues stay away from me Blues why don't you let me be I don't know why you keep a-hauntin' me True love was never meant for me True love was never meant
Old man go to the river To drop his bale of woes He could go if he wanted to It's just a boat to row you know, whoa listen to me now... Chorus: Blue
