Misc Unsigned Bands - The flood - paul kellys blues

^DPour out your painted days,^G and all your wonderous ways ^EmAnd take me down to the ^Griver ^DHold my hand so tight,^G don't let me go tonight ^EmJust lead me down to the ^Griver Cause it's my ^Dhome, away from ^Amhome It's my ^Ghouse, it's made out of ^Cstone And I ^Dknow, I'm not a^Glone, on the ^Embanks, of the ^Griver

^DI don't deserve my fate,^G cause I left it way too late ^EmTo make my peace with the ^Griver ^DAnd I've done the dumbest things,^G like Paul Kelly sings ^EmSo much water in the ^Griver But it's my ^Dhome, away from ^Amhome It's my ^Ghouse, it's made out of ^Cstone And I ^Dknow, I'm not a^Glone, on the ^Embanks, of the ^Griver

Yeah it's my ^Dhome, away from ^Amhome It's my ^Ghouse, it's made out of ^Cstone And I ^Dknow, I'm not a^Glone, on the ^Embanks, of the ^Griver

^DWhen I was five years old,^G I saw my story told ^EmSwimming in the ^Griver ^DSingin sleepin sighin,^G laughin wakin cryin ^EmAll along the ^Griver Now it's my ^Dhome, away from ^Amhome It's my ^Ghouse, it's made out of ^Cstone And I ^Dknow, I'm not a^Glone, on the ^Embanks, of the ^Griver Yeah Yeah

It's my ^Dhome, away from ^Amhome It's my ^Ghouse, it's made out of ^Cstone And I ^Dknow, I'm not ^Galone, on the ^Embanks, of the ^Griver