Eric Clapton - Hold me lord

^DSixteen days in ^EmBethlehem, ^Cpeddling dope and drinking ^Gwine ^DPulling women, ^Emmaking gigs, ^Csteering clear and doing ^Gfine ^DI moved on down to ^EmGalilee, ^Ctrying to find a few new ^Gfriends ^DI'm throwing aces ^Emeverywhere, ^Ctrying to forget the ^Gend

^BHold me Lord, ^Chold me Lord ^GHold me tight, ^DI'm slipping through ^EmHold me Lord, ^Chold me Lord ^GHold me tight, ^DI beg of ^Gyou

^DI'm cruising through ^EmJerusalem, ^Cdust is flying every^Gwhere ^DI'm dodging bullets, ^Emmaking time, ^Con the level, in the ^Gsquare ^DThey say you kissed your ^Embest friend's hand, ^Cthey say you did it for his ^Glove ^DThey say you got in ^Emagony, ^Cthe hand fits well into the ^Gglove

^BHold me Lord, ^Chold me Lord ^GHold me tight, ^DI'm slipping through ^EmHold me Lord, ^Chold me Lord ^GHold me tight, ^DI beg of you

^EmHold me Lord, ^Chold me Lord ^GHold me tight, ^DI'm slipping through ^EmHold me Lord, ^Chold me Lord ^GHold me tight, ^DI beg of ^Gyou

^BHold me Lord, ^Chold me Lord ^GHold me tight, ^DI'm slipping through ^EmHold me Lord, ^Chold me Lord ^GHold me tight, ^DI beg of you

^EmHold me Lord, ^Chold me Lord ^GHold me tight, ^DI'm slipping through ^EmHold me Lord, ^Chold me Lord ^GHold me tight, ^DI beg of ^Gyou