Bruce Cockburn - Tie me at the crossroads

^GTie me at^C the crossr^Goads when I d^Die ^CHang me in the wind ^G'til I get good and d^Dry ^CAnd the kids that ^Gpass can scratch their hea^Dds ^GAnd say "wh^Do was that guy^C?" ^GTie me at t^Che crossroad^Ds when I d^Gie

^GLooking outward s^Cee what you can se^Ge ^GBy the time you lo^Cok at something ^Dit's already histo^Gry ^GAs the echoes of our p^Cassing fade, all there is to sa^Gy ^GIs, "You know ^CI loved you all in m^Dy particular wa^Gy"

^GTie me at^C the crossr^Goads when I d^Die ^CHang me in the wind ^G'til I get good and d^Dry ^CAnd the kids that ^Gpass can scratch their hea^Dds ^GAnd say "wh^Do was that guy^C?" ^GTie me at t^Che crossroad^Ds when I d^Gie

^GIt's more blessed to g^Cive than it is to receiv^Ge ^GExcept when it^C comes to free^D advice I believ^Ge ^GHere I go anyw^Cay, back seat driving tonig^Ght ^GMove fast, sta^Cy cool, keep your ^Deye on the front sig^Ght

^GTie me at^C the crossr^Goads when I d^Die ^CHang me in the wind ^G'til I get good and d^Dry ^CAnd the kids that ^Gpass can scratch their hea^Dds ^GAnd say "wh^Do was that guy^C?" ^GTie me at t^Che crossroad^Ds when I d^Gie