Shelter From the Storm Rodney Crowell
[E]'Twas in another [G#m]lifetime, [A]one of toil and [E]blood
When blackness was a [G#m]virtue and the [A]road was full of [E]mud
I [E]came in from the [G#m]wilderness, a[A] creature void of [E]form.
"Come in," she said, "I'll [G#m]give you [A]shelter from the [E]storm."
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
[A]Not a word was spoke bet[C#m]ween us, there was [D]little risk in[A]volved
Everything up [C#m]to that point had [D]been left unres[A]olved.
Try imagining a [C#m]place where it's [D]always safe and [A]warm.
"Come in," she said, "I'll [C#m]give you [D]shelter from the s[A]torm."
You were burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
(back to E)
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
(back to A)
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
(back to E)
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows his futile horn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for your clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave you a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
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