Bruce Springsteen - My beautiful reward

Well I sought gold ^Cand diamond ^Grings My own drug to ease the pain that living^C brings Walked from the ^Gmountain ^Cto the valley ^Gfloor ^DSearching for my ^G/Bbeautiful re^Cward ^DSearching for my ^G/Bbeautiful re^Cward

From a house on a ^Ghill ^Ca sacred light ^Gshines I walk through these ^Emrooms but none of them are ^Cmine Down empty ^Ghallways ^CI went from door to ^Gdoor ^DSearching for my ^G/Bbeautiful re^Cward ^DSearching for my ^G/Bbeautiful re^Cward ^G

Well your hair ^Cshone in the ^Gsun I was so high I was the lucky ^Cone Then I came ^Gcrashing down like a ^Cdrunk on a barroom ^Gfloor ^DSearching for my ^G/Bbeautiful re^Cward ^DSearching for my ^G/Bbeautiful re^Cward ^G

Tonight I can feel the ^Ccold wind at my ^Gback I'm flyin' high over gray fields my feathers long and ^Cblack Down along the ^Griver's ^Csilent edge I ^Gsoar ^DSearching for my ^G/Bbeautiful re^Cward ^DSearching for my ^G/Bbeautiful re^Cward ^DSearching for my ^G/Bbeautiful re^Cward ^DSearching for my ^G/Bbeautiful re^Cward ^G