Poetry Pat Green
INTRO
[G] [Em7] [G/F#] [C] [G] [Em7] [G/F#] [C]
S[G]ome things I've d[Em7]one make[G/F#] my conscience bu[C]rn,
My very spine shutter and squirm.
[G]I only hope t[Em7]hat I've l[G/F#]earned f[C]rom my sins.
[G]I heard a voice when [Em7]I was 1[G/F#]3,
Got ba[C]ptised and washed up clean.
But the w[G]orld has a way, if you k[Em7]now what I [G/F#]mean,
[C]Of scuffin' you up again.
I[D] can't exp[D/F#]lain a bles[G]sed thing,
Not a fa[C]llen star or a feathered wing,
Or h[D]ow a man in c[D/F#]hains can have the st[G]rength to s[C]ing.
[D](2."I'll F[D/F#]ly Away)[G]
Just one thing is clear to me, (3.
like a bird)
There's al[C]ways more than what appears to be
And when the li[D]ght's just r[D/F#]ight I sw[G]ear I[C]
see...poetry. -
[G] [Em7] [G/F#] [C]
[G]Well, somebody made e[Em7]veryt[G/F#]hing
From my s[C]oul inside out to Saturn's rings,
How my b[G]aby smiles, how [Em7]Ray C[G/F#]harles sin[C]gs...
Of course we were created.
Cl[G]ouds make rain, the o[Em7]cean makes [G/F#]sand,
The e[C]arth breathes fire, and lava makes land.
W[G]ell, that took a m[Em7]ighty [G/F#]hand
And a w[C]ild imagination.
REPEAT CHORUS
E A D 4x
D[G]reams I dreamed came [Em7]back ten-[G/F#]fold
From the fr[C]iends that I have to the woman I hold.
[G]I look down on a s[Em7]treet of [G/F#]gold,
After a[C]ll the mud along the way.
S[G]ometimes a big ol' m[Em7]yste[G/F#]ry can l[C]ead right in on me.
Says that [G]I am home and [Em7]I am [G/F#]free...
And I[C]'ll take that anyday.
REPEAT CHORUS
[D]Just one t[D/F#]hing is c[G]lear to me,
There's al[C]ways more than what appears to be
And when the li[D]ght's just r[D/F#]ight I sw[G]ear I[C]
see...poetry.
[G] [Em7] [G/F#] [C]
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