Counting Crows - Wiseblood

I'm an out^Acast that no on^De can save anymore And the d^Aays of my you^Dth, have all long gone by I was th^Ae kind of boy the d^Devil would of^Afer a smoke or a dri^Dnk to Or ^Aa ride down tow^Dn to some, God forsaken la^And

One Su^Anday morning at dawn you know they ba^F#mptized my so^Dul But th^Aey held me down so long Christ I a^F#mlmost drown^Ded I was the^A kind of boy who n^Dever learned to smile, so I ki^Acked and I screa^Dmed 'Til I t^Aore myself lose f^Drom all these, gr^F#meat big hands, oh ye^Aah

Wi^Eseblood knows I wal^Gk the way wind b^Alows Wi^Eseblood hears grac^Ge whisper right be^Ahind

My m^Dommma, she tur^F#mned around and s^Daid Hey li^Attle boy you better wake u^Dp, 'caus^F#me your the walking dead Oh s^Ahe was the kind of girl who never to^Duched a sm^Aoke or a d^Drink She just smol^Adered like an ^Dempty church, le^F#mft to burn in the w^Aind

W^Eiseblood knows I wal^Gk the way the wind b^Alows Wis^Eeblood hears gra^Gce whisper right beh^Aind

W^Aiseblood know^Ds (the wi^Aseblood k^Dnows) W^Aiseblood kn^Dows (the wise^Ablood kn^Dows) W^Aiseblood kn^Dows (the wis^Aeblood kno^Dws) W^Aise, wi^Dse, w^Eiseblood knows W^Eiseblood kn^Gows I walk the way ^Dthe wind blo^Aws Wis^Eeblood hears g^Grace whisper rig^Aht behind