Andrew Peterson - God of my fathers

God of my ^Efathers ^EHuddled in the harbor ^EEvery man an ocean from his h^Aome Their ca^F#mptors could not k^Eeep them When they h^F#meard the drums of f^Ereedom The d^F#mream of a ki^Engdom In a la^End they've never kn^Bown And G^Eod of my fathers Stra^Engers in this coun^Atry Pil^Egrims on these dusty ro^Aads ^{B F#m}Across the gr^Eeat plains In the be^F#mllies of the st^Eeel trains ^F#mTo stake a n^Eew claim In that wi^Elderness of h^Bope

^ALike my fat^Ehers I am loo^Bking for a h^Eome Loo^Aking for a h^Eome beyond the s^Bea So b^Ee my God and gu^Bide me Till I l^Aie beneath the hills Then let the gr^F#meat God of my fa^Ethers Be the gr^Aeat God^E of my ^Bchildre^En still

^EGod of my grandfathers ^EGone these many years now ^EI guess they're shining like the s^Aun ^F#mAnd I envision t^Ehem ^F#mGrinning at the fin^Eish And they sm^F#mile and they sm^Eile 'Cause they l^Bove to see me run

^ALike my fat^Ehers I am loo^Bking for a h^Eome Loo^Aking for a h^Eome beyond the s^Bea So b^Ee my God and gu^Bide me Till I l^Aie beneath the hills Then let the gr^F#meat God of my fa^Ethers Be the gr^Aeat God^E of my ^Bchildren s^G#til^Al, ye^Eah G# A F# B (hold B) Whoah, whoah

^ENow we're counting stars and counting sand ^ELittle feet and little hands ^EWe're counting j^Aoys ^F#mWe pray you'll know them As you k^Anew us when you wove us ^F#mAs you hold us ^AHold them, please h^Bold them

L^Aike their fa^Ether, they are loo^Bking for a ho^Eme L^Aooking for a ho^Eme beyond the s^Bea So ^Ebe their God and gui^Bde them Till they l^Aie beneath these hills And let the gr^F#meat God of their fa^Ether Be the ^F#mgreat God of their chi^Eldren Let the g^F#mreat God of my fat^Ehers Be the g^Areat God of my c^Bhildren st^Eill

W^Ahoah E A x3 B E