Chuck Ragan - The light

Hold ^Don to me girl we're ^Anot goin' d^Gown in f^Dlames T^Dhough the fires burned the ground every ^Amile in the ^Gtrail we've ^Dmade W^Ge've seen times that were rough and we've s^Ahined Like a l^Dantern in the darkest coal ^Gmine So ^Gtake my hand we'll keep h^Aeadin' up to the l^Dight ^{G D}

O^Aur story began like a bona fied hurricane d^Gown in Old ^DBoheme L^Aike the blast from a barrel shook me down to the marrow Left me ^Gbegging you for more of the ^Dsame I ^Aknew you were moving like the continental drift and that the ^Gwind would soon be blowing your ^Dway So^G I didn't let go and I'm st^Aill holding on toda^Dy ^{G D}

H^Aeaven's up above or falling to the ground and I just ^Gtry to unders^Dtand E^Avery way and anyway to make it home alive and l^Gay still, hand in ^Dhand And ^Ain the black where the heart is taxed to the bone, l^Geaving one ^Dbare ^GDon't let ^Ago my ^Ddear ^{G D}