Daniel Johnston - A little story

^CThere was this big Guy And He ^C7had a great ^Fidea. He ^Cbuilt Himself a world And He put people on ^Git.

But the ^Cpeople they turned wicked, ^C7And they soon ^Fforgot Who had ^Cmade their very being And put them on their ^Gplanet.

So the ^CGod He sent His very own Son, His ^C7only holy ^FSon. And He ^Csent Him to the world 'cause something had to be ^Gdone.

^CHis son walked around and He told the truth ^C7Like the truth had never been ^Ftold. He was ^Ckind to the poor, His home was the ^Groad.

^CUnlike any other heroes ^C7Of which a song could be ^Fsung, He never ^Cdid bad to anyone. He never did no ^Gharm.

^CBut there were other people who weren't so nice ^C7And they plotted to take His ^Flife And the ^CMan knew all about it But He didn't even ^Ghide.

^CAnd they beat Him and they robbed Him ^C7And they hung Him for bein' ^Fgood. And they ^Claughed and made jokes While they stood in his ^Gblood.

^CBut there's a happy ending to the story. ^C7I think you'll be glad to ^Fknow He came ^Cback to life in glory, And up from the grave He ^Garose.

^CSo before you turn out your light, ^C7Remember this one ^FMan Who lived ^Ccomfortably in heaven But gave it all up to hang on a ^Gcross.

^CBecause He hung for you and me ^C7And He came to set us ^Ffree. 'Cause his ^CDad had a great idea About the way things ought to ^Gbe.^C