DAVE CARTER & TRACY GRAMMER: SNAKE HANDLIN' MAN/SEVEN IS THE NUMBER



SEVEN IS THE NUMBER

Capo III

Intro: (play the chords from the first verse one time through)

(C)Mercy my (F)daddy like to (G)roll them (C)bones
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man
Son, don't you (F)wander through this (G)world a(Am)lone
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man

CHORUS
(C)High is the (Am7)mountain
(F)Deep is the (C)sea
(C)Green is the (Am7)valley where she (G)waits for me
(C)Wild, wild (Am)river (F)run to my (C)hand
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man

(C)How will I (F)find her in the (G)trackless (C)night
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man
Follow the (F)dipper to the (G)mornin (Am)light
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man

CHORUS

(Fmaj7)One is for all the world in a (G)bright rainbow
(Fmaj7)Two for the sky above and the (G)earth below
(C)Three for the (F)seeker on the (G)desert (C)plain
(F)Four for the (G)flower in his (C)hand
Five is for (F)pleasure and (G)six for (Am)pain
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man

(C)High is the (Am7)mountain
(F)Deep is the (C)sea
(C)Green is the (Am7)valley where she (G)waits for me
(C)Wild, wild (Am)river (F)run to my (C)hand
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man
Hey, (F)seven is the (C)number
(G)Seven is the (Am)number
(F)Seven is the (G)number of a (C)man


GAS STATION GIRL

Intro: (D)(A)(D)(A)

(D)She ain't no (A)senator's (D)daughter
She ain't no Tennessee (A)belle
And (D)I ain't no (D7)one but a (G)lone drifter (D)runnin
The road down to (A)Playa Mi(D)guel (A)

I (D)met her out (A)west pumpin (D)diesel
In a town where the sand meets the (A)sea
She was (D)leather and (D7)snaps and an (G)old baseball cap
(D)She stole the (A)wild heart from (D)me

So (G)take all your (A)debutant (D)princesses fair
(G)Splendid in (D)diamonds and (A)pearls
I'd (D)trade 'em all (A)in for a (D)kiss on the (G)wind
From the (D)lips of a (A)gas station (D)girl (A)

(D)Out on the (A)Michigan (D)freeway
Workin a steady job (A)there
I was (D)pulling a (D7)car lot from (G)Detroit to (D)Charlotte
I guess I just (A)lost her some(D)where

(G)Midnight through (A)Kansas I (D)whispered her name
(G)Spun in a (D)dust-devil's (A)whirl
(D)No one re(A)plied but the (D)moon in my (G)eyes
Cryin' (D)tears for the (A)gas station (D)girl (A)

(D)Somebody (A)send me a (D)tail wind
Get me as far as L(A)A
With some (D)lines I could (D7)use from a(G)honky-tonk (D)blues
To keep me from (A)slipping a(D)way

(G)Lord blow me (A)westbound down (D)old '66
(G)Out past the (D)end of the (A)world
On a (D)highway that (A)runs through the (D)heart of the (G)sun
To the (D)door of the (A)gas station (D)girl


RED

If you're wondering, I've been advised that "o.g" in the phrase "o.g. wannabes" stands for "original gangsta."

Am/C: x32210
Bb: x10333
C9: x32033
Asus4: x02230
Gm: xx5333
Dm*: xx7760 (Am position at the sixth fret)
Bb*: x88760 (Fmaj7 position at the sixth fret)

Intro: (Dm)(Am/C) (Bb)(Asus4)(A) . . . (Dm)(Am/C) (Bb)(Asus4)(A)

(Dm)My love is like a (Am/C)red red rose
(Bb)Snake on her shoulder and a (C9)ring in her nose
(Dm)Sleepin it off in her (Am/C)swaddlin' clothes
(Bb)Innocent as she (Asus4)lies(A)
(Dm)I don't know where (C)she come from
(Gm)Hangin with dealers and (Dm)slicked-back scum
(Gm)Dreamin of a summer that (Dm)never comes
And (C)waitin for me to (Bb)die (C9)

'Cause (Dm*)she is the daughter of the (Bb*)Joshua Tree
(C)Long-time losers and (Bb)o.g. (C9)wannabes
(Dm*)Mama's in the corn and the (Bb*)fields are fallow
(C)Soul needs savin, but I'm (G)too damned shallow

(Dm)Sweet Maria, she's a (Am/C)pretty little nine
(Bb)Kicks like a mule but she (C9)barks just fine
(Dm)I ain't cleaned her in a (Am/C)mighty long time
(Bb)Takin her out to(Asus4)night (A)
(Dm)Dip her in a bucket of (C)kerosene
(Gm)Mister Rogers on my (Dm)TV screen
(Gm)Friendliest sucker I've (Dm)ever seen
We are (C)precious in his (Bb)sight (C9)

'Cause (Dm*)we are the children of the (Bb*)Joshua Tree
(C)Long-time losers and (Bb)o.g. (C9)wannabes
(Dm*)Mama's in the corn and the (Bb*)fields are barren
(C)Roof needs fixin, but I'm (G)way past carin

(Dm)Ophelia is drowneded in the (Am/C)cold cold flood
A (Bb)thorn by any other (C9)name draws blood
(Dm)Deep red drops on a (Am/C)scarlet bud
(Bb)Daddy, we comin (Asus4)home (A)
(Dm)We don't know where (C)home lies now
But (Gm)we'll turn up there (Dm)some damned how
(Gm)Drawn to the barn and the (Dm)busted plow
And the (C)graves all over(Bb)grown (C9)

'Cause (Dm*)we are the children of the (Bb*)Joshua Tree
(C)Long-time losers and (Bb)o.g (C9)wannabes
(Dm*)Mama's in the corn and the (Bb*)field's been trampled
(C)You can't reason with a (G)soul in shambles


RED (easy version)

Since Dave's chords to "Red" may be a little challenging to some folks, I've also transcribed this easy version that will sound correct when played along with the CD, which is fun to play, but which just isn't the way Dave actually played it. It's close enough, though, that it's the transcription that Darryl Purpose uses when he plays the song.

Capo V

D/F#: 200230
Fmaj7: x33010
E7sus: 020200
E7: 020100

Intro: (Am)(Em)(Fmaj7)(E7sus)(E7) . . . (Am)(Em)(Fmaj7)(E7sus)(E7)

(Am)My love is like a (Em)red red rose
(Fmaj7)Snake on her shoulder and a (G)ring in her nose
(Am)Sleepin it off in her (Em)swaddling clothes
(Fmaj7)Innocent as she (E7sus)lies(E7)
(Am)I don't know where (G)she come from
(Dm)Hangin with dealers and (Am)slicked-back scum
(Dm)Dreamin of a summer that (Am)never comes
And (G)waitin for me to (Fmaj7)die (G)

'Cause (Am)she is the daughter of the (Fmaj7))Joshua Tree
(G)Long-time losers and (Fmaj7)o.g. (G)wannabes
(Am)Mama's in the corn and the (Fmaj7)fields are fallow
(G)Soul needs savin, but I'm (D/F#)too damned shallow

(Am)Sweet Maria, she's a (Em)pretty little nine
(Fmaj7)Kicks like a mule but she (G)barks just fine
(Am)I ain't cleaned her in a (Em)mighty long time
(Fmaj7)Takin her out to(E7sus)night (E7)
(Am)Dip her in a bucket of (G)kerosene
(Dm)Mister Rogers on my (Am)TV screen
(Dm)Friendliest sucker I've (Am)ever seen
We are (G)precious in his (Fmaj7)sight (G)

'Cause (Am)we are the children of the (Fmaj7)Joshua Tree
(G)Long-time losers and (Fmaj7)o.g. (G)wannabes
(Am)Mama's in the corn and the (Fmaj7)fields are barren
(G)Roof needs fixin, but I'm (D/F#)way past carin

(Am)Ophelia is drowneded in the (Em)cold cold flood
A (Fmaj7)thorn by any other (G)name draws blood
(Am)Deep red drops on a (Em)scarlet bud
(Fmaj7)Daddy, we comin (E7sus)home (E7)
(Am)We don't know where (G)home lies now
But (Dm)we'll turn up there (Am)some damned how
(Dm)Drawn to the barn and the (Am)busted plow
And the (G)graves all over(Fmaj7)grown (G)

'Cause (Am)we are the children of the (Fmaj7)Joshua Tree
(G)Long-time losers and (Fmaj7)o.g (G)wannabes
(Am)Mama's in the corn and the (Fmaj7)field's been trampled
(G)You can't reason with a (D/F#)soul in shambles


THE PROMISED LAND

Capo V

Intro: (Am)(C) . . . (Am)(C) . . . (Am)(C)(G)(C)

(Am)Brother and (C)sister, (Am)mama and (C)pa
(Dm)Livin in a (Am)trailer in (G)Arkan(C)sas
(Am)When you comin (C)home son, well, (Am)I don't (C)know
(F)Still got a (C)couple of wild (G)oats to (C)sow

(F)I'm just (C)doin what (G)I do (C)best
(Am)Livin out the (Em)legend of the (Dm)Golden (G)West
(Am)Flyin like an (G)eagle, (C)walkin like a (Em)man
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised (C)land

(F)(Am)(G)(C)

(Am)Friday (C)evening when the (Am)sun go (C)down
It's a (Dm)five-star (Am)party in a (G)one-bar (C)town
(Am)Dawn come (C)early but (Am)that's all (C)right
We can (F)get a head (C)start on (G)Saturday (C)night

'Cause (F)I'm just (C)doin what (G)I do (C)best
(Am)Runnin with the (Em)devil and the (Dm)dispos(G)sessed
(Am)Waitin on a (G)mission, (C)tryin to make a (Em)plan
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised (C)land

(F)(Am)(G)(C)

(Am)(C) . . . (Am)(C) . . . (Dm)(Am)(G)(C)
(Am)(C) . . . (Am)(C) . . . (F)(C)(G)(C)

(Am)People say, "Son you gonna (Em)come to harm
(Dm)Better fly right, better (G)stay down on the farm"
But there (Am)ain't no farm left to (Em)stay down on
And (F)all my reasons for (G)stayin are gone

And (Am)I don't (C)know, but (Am)I've been (C)told
(Dm)Yankee poli(Am)tician ain't (G)got no (C)soul
(Am)My mama (C)said it and I be(Am)lieve it's (C)true
(F)They don't give a (C)damn about (G)me and (C)you

'Cause (F)they just (C)doin what (G)they do (C)best
(Am)Workin for the (Em)rich and (Dm)stealin from the (G)rest
So (Am)put me on a (G)highway, (C)catch me if you (Em)can
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised (C)land

(F)(Am)(G)(C) . . . (F)(Am)(G)(C)

(Am)One fine (C)morning when my (Am)ship come (C)in
Gonna (Dm)pack my (Am)fortune, take it (G)home a(C)gain
(Am)Stack my (C)sorrows like (Am)stones un(C)til
I've (F)built me a (C)mansion on a (G)high, high (C)hill

'Cause (F)I'm just (C)doin what (G)I do (C)best
(Am)Settin up my (Em)table in the (Dm)wilder(G)ness
(Am)Swimmin in the (G)river, (C)dancin in the (Em)sand
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised (C)land
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised (C)land
(F)Chasin my (Am)angel through the (G)promised . . . (C)land (Am)(C)(Am)

(C)(Am)(G)(C)


HEY TONYA

(G)Jack be (D)nimble, (A)jump and (D)spin
(G)Jack's a little (F#m)hard to handle, but he (Em)plays to (Asus)win (A)
Now the (G)sheep's in the (D)meadow, but the (F#)kids are sleepin (Bm)
(G)And Little Bo (F#m)Peep, she don't (Em)know the compa(G)ny you're (A)keepin

(Bm)Hey (G)Tonya, the (D)hour is (A)over (Bm)due
For the (G)hunter's (G/F#)moon in (Em)you to come (Asus)out and shine (A)
(G)Hey, (Bm)Tonya, I would (D)not take (A)you to (Bm)task
For the (G)wolf (G/F#)behind the (Em)mask, she's a (Asus)friend of mine (A) anytime

(G)They (D)surround you with their (A)silver bullet (D)tongues
(G)You can't find a (F#m)way to face them and there's (Em)no place to (Asus)run (A)
(G)And the queen of (D)hearts, hold up in (F#)London (Bm)Tower
(G)Come thunderin (F#m)down and (Em)Big Ben chimes the (G)midnight (A)hour

(Bm)Hey (G)Tonya, if you (D)called me (A)I would (Bm)come
We would (G)make the (G/F#)peasants (Em)run, we'd light (Asus)up the sky (A)
(G)Hey (Bm)Tonya, they got (D)nothing (A)left to (Bm)steal
But if they (G)chained you (G/F#)to the (Em)wheel, you would (Asus)pine and die (A)
So would (G)I

(G)Now the winner's (D)circle makes the (A)rules in (D)court
(G)We get our spin on the (F#m)wheel of fortune but we (Em)always come up (Asus)short (A)
(G)So we play the (D)game as long as (F#)we are (Bm)able
(G)Cause Heaven's for the (F#m)blessed and the (Em)rest is just a (G)young girl's (A)fable

(Bm)Hey (G)Tonya, I've got (D)nothing (A)up my (Bm)smile
And I've (G)been a (G/F#)good long (Em)while, up (Asus)against this wall (A)
(G)Hey (Bm)Tonya, fame is (D)only (A)for a (Bm)day
And we (G)all have (G/F#)feet of (Em)clay, even (Asus)angels fall (A)
After (G)all (D)(A)(D)


LONG, BLACK ROAD INTO TULSA TOWN

Capo II (on "Snake Handlin' Man")
Capo III (on "Seven is the Number")

Intro: (D)(A)(Em) . . . (D)(A)(Em)

(D)I got a (A)world of trouble in (Em)mind, the pilgrim (Bm)said
(G)Need something to (D)believe in, or (C)someone to (G)be
(D)I got a (A)mountain of worries just (Em)piling up inside my (Bm)head
(G)It's a curse of the (D)worst kind for a (C)dreamer like (A)me
(G)So he climbed (A)up alone on the (F#)Turkey Mountain (Bm)Ridge
(G)He looked out at the (D)people on the (A)plain
(G)And he saw (A)God that night in the (F#)sleepy river and the (Bm)city lights
(G)But he felt like a (D)loser just the (A)same

(Bm)States of (D)misery
(G)States of (D)grace
(A)Trouble and (Bm)joy on a (D)young man's (A)face
Swing (D)low, (D/C#)sweet (Bm)chariot (Bm/A)
(G)Take me (D)down
That (Em)long black (Bm)road into (A)Tulsa (D)town

(D)(A)(Em) . . . (D)(A)(Em)

(D)Well I gotta (A)roll them tumblin' (Em)dice again, he (Bm)sighed
(G)Leave it up to good (D)fortune and the (C)draw and the (G)deal
(D)I gotta (A)put my life out on the (Em)table and just let it (Bm)ride
(G)Slip away from these (D)hounds of love that (C)nip at my (A)heels
(G)But over on the (A)back porch in the (F#)early mornin' (Bm)rain
Sits a (G)girl with a (D)mirror in her (A)smile
(G)Insubstantial as the (A)summer breeze as it (F#)disappears in(Bm)to the trees
(G)But she holds his (D)eye for a little (A)while

(Bm)States of (D)misery
(G)States of (D)grace
(A)Trouble and (Bm)joy on a (D)young man's (A)face
Swing (D)low, (D/C#)sweet (Bm)chariot (Bm/A)
(G)Take me (D)down
That (Em)long black (Bm)road into (A)Tulsa (D)town

(D)(A)(Em) . . . (D)(A)(Em)
(D)(A)(Em) . . . (G)(Asus4)(A)

(D)One dreamer got a (A)job someplace, they say he (Em)got his life on (Bm)track
(G)One dreamer got (D)married, they say he (C)sleeps in the (G)sun
(D)One dreamer got (A)strung out young, and he (Em)never really did bounce (Bm)back
(G)One dreamer got a (D)second chance, and (C)others got (A)none
(G)This dreamer's sittin on a (A)park bench in a (F#)city far a(Bm)way
And he (G)tells you the (D)stories of his (A)youth
(G)Forcin' a laugh and (A)makin' a joke outta (F#)being lonesome and (Bm)silly and broke
(G)But he still makes (D)room for a little (A)truth

(Bm)States of (D)misery
(G)States of (D)grace
(A)Trouble and (Bm)joy on a (D)young man's (A)face
Swing (D)low, (D/C#)sweet (Bm)chariot (Bm/A)
(G)Take me (D)down
That (Em)long black (Bm)road into (A)Tulsa (D)town
(A)Swing (D)low, (D/C#)sweet (Bm)chariot (Bm/A)
(G)Take me (D)down
That (Em)long black (Bm)road into (A)Tulsa
Into Tulsa (D)town (D/C#)(Bm)(Bm/A)(G)(A)(D)


TEXAS UNDERGROUND

Here's one from Snake Handlin' Man that Dave & Tracy did in many of their live shows. Dave said that it's one of those songs that you pretty much have to be from Texas to write, and that it's from the genre of songs which states that if you party a little too hard in this life, make a little too much noise or get into a little too much trouble, that when you die, you will go to Texas.

Playing tip: For the C/G chord in the verses (332010), pluck back and forth between the 5th and 6th strings on the beat.

Also, in the choruses, for all of the G chords except the one in the last line, play it as a 320xxx half-chord.

Intro: (C/G)

One Sunday morning I was sleeping on the sofa
Had me a crazy (G7)dream
I met the Devil in broad daylight
Just outta Abilene(C/G)
He took me down a hole where the lost souls go
Looked around and what did I (F)see?
But millionaires and (C)prickly (A7)pears
(D7)This is what he (G)said to (C)me (G)

(C)Welcome to (G7)Texas (F)under(C)ground
We got a (G7)barbecue (F)all year (C)'round
Smokin little (C/B)band with a (Am)country (F)sound
(D7)We like to have a little (G)fun
So (C)pull up a (G7)chair, you can (F)chew on the (C)fat
Gets a'mite (G7)dry but we (F)like it like (C)that
Dance with the (C/B)lady in the (Am)Stetson (F)hat
(G)Welcome to Texas, son

Well (C/G)he took me over to Hell's rodeo
Hoppin in his hob-nail (G7)boots
A hundred and nine cowpunchers in a line
Widow-makers waiting in the (C/G)chutes
The rodeo clown had a scorpion's tail
Appeared in a puff of (F)smoke
Armadillo ears and (C)horns like a (A7)steer
(D7)These are the (G)words he (C)spoke (G)

(C)Welcome to (G7)Texas (F)under(C)ground
We got a (G7)barbecue (F)all year (C)'round
Red-hot (C/B)band with a (Am)country (F)sound
(D7)Mister, they're the real Mc(G)Coy
So (C)pull up a (G7)chair, you can (F)chew on the (C)fat
Gets a'mite (G7)dry but we (F)like it like (C)that
Dance with the (C/B)lady in the (Am)Stetson (F)hat
(G)Welcome to Texas, boy

Well (C/G)in a little while they opened up the gate
And who do you think walked (G7)in?
The prettiest lady that I ever did see
Wearing nothing but a (C/G)grin
Well they gave her a vest and a red satin dress
Matching boots and silver (F)spurs
She walked by and she (C)looked me in the (A7)eye
(D7)This is what I (G)said to (C)her (G)

(C)Welcome to (G7)Texas (F)under(C)ground
We got a (G7)barbecue (F)all year (C)'round
Smokin' little (C/B)band with a (Am)country (F)sound
(D7)Ready for all all night (G)jam
So (C)pull up a (G7)chair, you can (F)chew on the (C)fat
Gets a'mite (G7)dry but we (F)like it like (C)that
Dance with the (C/B)feller in the (Am)Stetson (F)hat
(G)Welcome to Texas, m'am

Well (C/G)down come a shipment of used-car salesmen
Smilin' like rattle(G7)snakes
Every politician in the whole damn country
Claimin there was some (C/G)mistake
Lawyers and thieves and state police
And gentlemen of the (F)press
Cons and flunkies, (C)slackers, (A7)junkies
(D7)Agents of the (G)I.R.(C)S. (G)

(C)Welcome to (G7)Texas (F)under(C)ground
We got a (G7)barbecue (F)all year (C)'round
Plenty of (C/B)country (Am)singers a(F)round
(D7)Bound to have ourselves a (G)ball
So (C)pull up a (G7)chair, you can (F)chew on the (C)fat
Gets a'mite (G7)dry but we (F)like it like (C)that
Dance with the (C/B)Devil in a (Am)Stetson (F)hat
(G)Welcome to Texas, y'all
Hey, (C)dance with the (C/B)Devil in a (Am)Stetson (F)hat
(D7)Welcome to (G)Texas, y'all (C)


GUN-METAL EYES

Capo II

His (D)mama was Cherokee princess, or so it was (G)said
And his (A)daddy was a Seminole rebel with a price on his (D)head
And the other kids teased him, but I never did see him to (G)cry
Man, there was (A)some kind of righteous in the steel of his gun-metal (D)eyes

Run with the (G)wolf, fly like the (A)dove
Mother be(D)low, Father a(G)bove
Weep with the (Em)earth, sing to the (A)sky
In the (C)steel of your (G)gun-metal (D)eyes

Well he (D)grew up in the washes and the rushes and the rain and the (G)wind
And the (A)creatures of the forest and fields were his only real (D)friends
And the lily of the valley and the nettle of the plains taught him (G)well
And the (A)new moon shone on him as he wandered through the gully and the (D)dell

CHORUS

It was (D)one misty morning when he heard the big bulldozers (G)groan
And the (A)chainsaws and the fellin of trees and the breakin' of (D)stone
And the bossman knew better, but he had an empire to (G)raise
And one (A)lone man before him with a rifle and doom on his (D)face

CHORUS

"Get on (D)home," cried the owner, "Cause I own the deed to this (G)land
And I (A)ain't got no time to be fooling with no wild Injun (D)man."
And he gathered his strong boys around him and he called his po(G)lice
But there was (A)no lookin back for the son of a Seminole (D)chief

CHORUS

Now (D)some say he died in the fightin and was buried that (G)day
And (A)some say he raged like an angel and he chased 'em a(D)way
But the green hills stand silent, and nobody goes there no (G)more
Just the (A)ghosts and the memories and the shadows of the dark forest (D)floor

Run with the (G)wolf, fly like the (A)dove
Mother be(D)low, Father a(G)bove
Weep with the (Em)earth, sing to the (A)sky
In the (C)steel of your (G)gun-metal (D)eyes
In the (C)steel of your (G)gun-metal (D)eyes (Dsus2)(D)


SARAH TURN 'ROUND

Capo III

Intro: (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4) . . . (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4)

Miss (D)Sarah's a (G/B)dancer
And she (D)steps quick and (G/B)light
As she (D)spins through my (Bm)dreams
Like a (Em7)thistle each (Asus4)night
And she (D)touches my (G/B)shoulder
And she (D)smiles in my (G/B)face
And she (C)don't know the (G)power of her (D)grace (Asus4)

She was (D)barefoot and (G/B)pigtails
In the (D)silk April (G/B)dawn
She was (D)skippin in (Bm)circles
On the (Em7)neighbor's front (Asus4)lawn
And the (D)gray fog was (G/B)liftin
When she (D)threw me a (G/B)kiss
And a (C)woman stepped (G)out of the (D)mist

Sarah turn (A)'round
You're a (G)fine young goddess
It's a (D)sweet (A)morning in (D)May
Sarah turn (A)'round
It's my (G)Indian summer
And the (Bm)last light of my (F#m)day
Sarah turn (G)'round
And I've grown (Asus4)older
Sarah turn (D)'round
And (D/C#)I've gone (Bm)gray (F#m)
Then you're (C)standin by my (G/B)grave when the sun goes (Asus4)down (A)
Sarah turn (D)'round (G/B)(D)(Asus4) . . . (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4)

I'm a (D)coward for (G/B)leavin
I'm a (D)fool if I (G/B)stay
I'm a (D)loser in (Bm)love
'Cause it's (Em7)simpler that (Asus4)way
And I (D)never will (G/B)hold her
'Cause she's (D)too good for (G/B)tears
And the (C)weight of my (G)many (D)years

Sarah turn (A)'round
You're a (G)fine young goddess
It's a (D)sweet (A)morning in (D)May
Sarah turn (A)'round
It's my (G)Indian summer
And the (Bm)last light of my (F#m)day
Sarah turn (G)'round
And I've grown (Asus4)older
Sarah turn (D)'round
And (D/C#)I've gone (Bm)gray (F#m)
Then you're (C)standin by my (G/B)grave when the sun sets (Asus4)down (A)
Sarah turn (D)'round (G/B)(D)(Asus4) . . . (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4)

(D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4) . . . (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4)

They will (D)tell you it's (G/B)gospel
But they (D)won't tell you (G/B)why
How (D)love conquers (Bm)all
In the (Em7)sweet by and (Asus4)by
So we (D)flutter like (G/B)snowflakes
And we (D)twirl in the (G/B)air
'Til we (C)melt in our (G)moment of (D)prayer

Sarah turn (A)'round
You're a (G)fine young goddess
It's a (D)sweet (A)morning in (D)May
Sarah turn (A)'round
It's my (G)Indian summer
And the (Bm)last light of my (F#m)day
Sarah turn (G)'round
And I've grown (Asus4)older
Sarah turn (D)'round
And (D/C#)I've gone (Bm)gray (F#m)
Then you're (C)standin all a(G/B)lone when the sun goes (Asus4)down (A)
Sarah turn (D)'round (G/B)(D)(Asus4) . . . (D)(G/B)(D)(Asus4)