Glen Campbell - Southern nights

^GSouthern nights. ^E7Have you ever felt a ^A7southern night? ^CFree as a breeze, not to mention the trees, Whistling ^Bmtunes that you knew, and loved so.^D7

^GSouthern nights. ^E7Just as good even when, ^A7closed your eyes, ^CI apologise... to any^Bmone who can truely say, That he has ^D7found a better way... hey.

^GSouthern skies. ^E7Have you ever noticed, ^A7southern skies? Well^C it's precious beauty lies, just beyond the eye. It goes ^Bmrunning through your soul, Like the ^D7stories of old.

^GOld man. ^E7He and his dog that walk the, ^A7old land. Every ^Cflower touched his cold hand. As he ^Bmslowly walked by weeping ^D7willows, ^D7Would cry for you, joy, joy.

^GFeels so good. ^E7Feels so good it's frightening. ^A7Wish I could, stop this world from fighting. ^CLa, da, da, da^D7, da, da. ^CLa, da, da, da^D7, da, da. ^CDa, da, da, da^D7, da, da, da, da, da, da, da.

^GMystery, ^E7like this and many others ^A7in the trees. ^CBlow in the night, in the ^D7southern skies.

^GSouthern nights. ^E7They feel so good, it's frightening. ^A7Wish I could, stop this world from fighting. ^CLa, da, da, da^D7, da, da. ^CLa, da, da, da^D7, da, da. ^CDa, da, da, da^D7, da, da, da, da, da, da, da.