Bruce Cockburn - Dialogue with the devil

1. S^Gtanding on a ^Arock, in a ^Eriver. S^Gtaring at the s^Aplintered ^Esun. ^GYou could d^Frowned yours^Celf in jew^G/Bels, ^DLike a t^Am7housand o^Gther fo^Aols. ^EWhile you stand there looking^C down at what you ^Gwon.

2. ^GSitting on a ^Amountain of as^Ehes. ^GFace to fa^Ace with past ^Eregrets. ^GYou could r^Foll down to t^Che cany^G/Bon, ^DPiss a^Am7way this incar^Gnati^Aon. But r^Eemember, that you ^Cpay for what you g^Get. And he says; &q^Euot;Don't y^Dou know, ^Ehow hard^D it is, to h^Eit the gr^Dound, and^E mean i^Dt. And^E mean ^Dit."

3. ^GWalk the j^Aangling streets of ^Ethe city, ^GTrying to f^Aind the buried s^Eun. Y^Gou could d^Frowned yourself i^Cn jewe^G/Bls, ^DLike a th^Am7ousand ot^Gher fo^Aols, While ^Eyou wonder, waiting f^Cor it to be d^Gone. And he cries; &^Equot;Why don't we celebrate, why don't we celebrate, ^GLove can make you ^Asad, come on, Let's drive o^Eurselves mad." And ^Ehe's aw^Dare, how ^Ehard it ^Dis, to ^Ekiss the^D sun, And ^Emean i^Dt, and ^Emean i^Dt.

4. ^GStanding on ^Aa rock, in a ^Eriver. ^GStaring at th^Ae rain, made^E one. ^GOn the surf^Face, flashing ^Cdiamo^G/Bnds, ^DRolling ^Am7down the twil^Gight can^Ayon. And we s^Ehall kiss the sun, ^Cin spite of ^Ghim. ^ESo why don't we celebrate, why don't we celebrate....