Stoney End Laura Nyro
[C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F]
I was born from l[A]ove, and my [Dm]poor mother worked the [G]mines,
I was r[C]aised on the G[G]ood Book J[C]esus, '[Am]till I r[Em]ead between he mines,
Now I d[D]on't beli[Em]eve I w[F]anna [Dm]see the morni[G]ng.
[C]Goin' down the s[G]toney [F]end,
I never w[Em]anted to [Dm]go down the s[C]toney e[G]nd,
M[C]ama, let me s[G]tart all [F]o-v[Em]er,
[Dm]Cradle [Em]me, [Dm]Mama, cradle [Em]me aga[F]in,
Cradle me, M[Em]ama, cradle me aga[F]in.
I can st[A]ill remember him w[Dm]ith love-light in his e[G]yes,
But the l[C]ight flickered o[G]ut and p[C]arted [Am]as the [Em]sun began to [Am]rise,
Now, I d[D]on't beli[Em]eve I w[F]anna see the morni[G]ng.
[C]Goin' down the s[G]toney [F]end,
I never w[Em]anted to [Dm]go down the s[C]toney e[G]nd,
M[C]ama, let me s[G]tart all [F]o-v[Em]er,
[Dm]Cradle [Em]me, [Dm]Mama, cradle [Em]me aga[F]in,
Cradle me, M[Em]ama, cradle me aga[F]in.
Neverm[A]ind the forecast, 'c[Dm]ause the sky has lost c[G]ontrol.
'Cause the f[C]ury and the b[G]roken t[C]hunder's come to m[Am]atch my r[Em]agin' s[Am]oul,
Now I [D]don't beli[Em]eve I w[F]anna [Dm]see the morni[G]ng.
[C]Goin' down the s[G]toney [F]end,
I never w[Em]anted to [Dm]go down the s[C]toney e[G]nd,
M[C]ama, let me s[G]tart all [F]o-v[Em]er,
[Dm]Cradle [Em]me, [Dm]Mama, cradle [Em]me aga[F]in,
Cradle me, M[Em]ama, cradle me aga[F]in.
[C]Goin' down the s[G]toney [F]end,
I never w[Em]anted to [Dm]go down the s[C]toney e[G]nd,
M[C]ama, let me s[G]tart all [F]o-v[Em]er,
[Dm]Cradle [Em]me, [Dm]Mama, cradle [Em]me aga[F]in,
Cradle me, M[Em]ama, cradle me aga[F]in.
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