She Asked Me How Mitch McVicker
words and music by Mitch McVicker
T[G]here's a driftin' s[D]ong
I think we all som[C]etimes hear it
W[G]hen our min[D]ds are true and free e[C]nough
A[G]nd there is a sp[D]ot, inside of countl[C]ess souls
That l[D]ongs and yearns to be f[G]illed
By that mel[D]odic kind of s[C]tuff
[D]Blessed are the poor in [C]spirit
[D]Thank God 'cause she's barely got a d[C]ime
Chorus
[G]She ask[C]ed me h[D]ow I'd chang[G]e this wor[C]ld
And I cou[D]ldn't think of nothin' to say
[G]It's a gre[C]at big old [D]place and s[G]o much is ch[C]angin'
It's a[Am]ll I can do to look o[D]ut for what's comin' my way[G]
[G]So it makes me thi[D]nk my heart's mad[C]e of steel
[G]But at least I kno[D]w it's covered with c[C]ondensation
[G]'Cause there is a w[D]arm spir[C]it of love
That settl[D]es down upon my h[G]eart
And its col[D]d dark lonely pl[C]aces
Bles[D]sed are those who are hun[C]gry
Than[D]k God 'cause her hunger never [C]ends
Chorus
[G]She asked[C] me ho[D]w I'd chang[G]e this world[C]
And I fina[D]lly figured out the only way
[G]To chan[C]ge this wo[D]rld for the go[G]od or for the bet[C]ter
Is to lov[Am]e with the love that's fore[D]ver the same[G]
Chorus
(repeat)
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