Tom T. Hall - Wash my hands in the morning dew

^DThe first strange town I was ^Gever ^Din ^DThe county was ^Ahangin' a ^Dman ^DNobody cared if he ^Glived or ^Ddied ^DAnd I just ^Adidn't under^Dstand

^DSo I ^Gwashed my face in the ^Dmorning dew ^GBathed my soul in the ^Dsun ^GWashed my face in the ^Dmorning dew ^DAnd kept on ^Amovin' a^Dlong

^DThe second strange town ^GI was ^Din ^DThey were laughing at a ^Apoor crippled ^Dman ^DBegging for nickels and ^Gdimes on the ^Dstreet ^DAnd I just ^Adidn't under^Dstand

^DThe third strange town that ^GI was ^Din ^DWas settled, ^Apeaceful and ^Dnice ^DThe rich got richer and the ^Gpoor got ^Dpoorer ^DAnd to me it just ^Adidn't seem ^Dright

^DSo I ^Gwashed my face in the ^Dmorning dew ^GBathed my soul in the ^Dsun ^GWashed my face in the ^Dmorning dew ^DAnd kept on ^Amovin' a^Dlong

^DSome day things are ^Gbound to ^Dchange ^DIt can't be ^Avery ^Dfar ^DAnd each injustice ^GI have ^Dseen ^DWill come be^Afore the ^Dbar

^DThen I'll ^Gwash my face in the ^Dmorning dew ^GBathe my soul in the ^Dsun ^GWash my face in the ^Dmorning dew ^DAnd ^Akeep on movin' a^Dlong ^DYeah, I'll keep on ^Amovin' a^Dlong