This is an extension of the version tabbed by Papa Torry.
I have just Augmented the file so it just contains the chords
and added chords to the rest of the verses.
Intro
C, E, Am, F, G x4
C E
The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
Am F G
baby cries hard in an apartment complex,
C E
As I pass in a car buried under the influence.
Am F G
The city's driving me out of my mind.
C E
I 've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity.
Am F G
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree,
C E
And lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
Am F G
Next time he will not aim so high.
Am G C
Yeah, next time, neither will I.
C E
A mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
Am F G
Her family is reduced to names on a shopping list.
C E
Meanwhile, a coroner kneels, beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
Am F G
He knows that there are worse things than being alone.
C E
So, I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
Am F G
I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender?
C E
Ambition, I've found, can only lead to failure.
Am F G
I do not read the reviews.
Am G C
No, I am not singing for you.
C, E, Am, F, G x4.
Am, G, C
C E
I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.
Am F G
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.
C E
With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real,
Am F G
At least a telephone call home.
C E
Well, my teachers, they built the retaining wall memory,
Am F G
All those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
C E
And I got my grades back and forgot just as easily,
Am F G
But at least I got an 'A'.
Am G C
So I don't have them to blame.
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C E
I should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment
Am F G
Of all those public action figures, the cowboy president.
C E
So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit
Am F G
When they've made a mistake.
C E
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen,
Am F G
He knows he don't have to say it, so it don't bother him.
C E
"Honesty" "Accuracy" are really just "Popular Opinion."
Am F G
And the approval rating's high.
Am G C
And so someone's gonna die.
C E
Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
Am F G
They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split.
C E
And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment.
Am F G
We are still the pawns in their game.
C E
As they take an eye for an eye until no one can see,
Am F G
And we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.
C E
Well, I guess that we all fit into your slogan on the fast food marquee:
Am F G
Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
Am G C
Oh, and the Blues? I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!
C, E, Am, F, G x4
Am, G, C
C E
Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled.
Am F G
Weak from whiskey and pills, in a Chicago hospital.
C E
My father was there, in a chair by the window,
Am F G
staring so far away.
C E
I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish..."
Am F G
He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless
C E
And there is nothing you could do that would ever change this.
Am F G
I'm not angry. It hap-pens.
Am G C
But you just can't do it again.
C E
So now I try to keep up, I have been exchanging my currency.
Am F G
While a million objects pass through my periphery.
C E
So now I am rubbing my eyes because they are starting to bother me.
Am F G
I've been staring too long at the screen.
C E
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?
Am F G
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest of melodies.
C E
How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery;
Am F G
To love and to be loved.
Am G C
Let's just hope that is enough.
C, E, Am, F, G x4
Am, G, C
