Dave Matthews Band - The maker

O^Dmh, oh ^Cdeep ^Fwater, ^Dmblack and cold ^Clike the ^Fnight ^BbI stand with arms wide o^Cpen, I've ^Frun a twisted l^Bbine I'm a stranger in the e^Cyes of the Ma^Fker I ^Dmcould not see for the ^Cfog in my e^Fyes I ^Dmcould not feel for the ^Cfear in my l^Fife ^BbAnd from across the great divide^C, In the dis^Ftance I saw a l^Bbight Jean Baptiste's walking ^Cto me with the Ma^Fker My b^Dmody is be^Cnt and ^Fbroken by long ^Dmand dang^Cerous sl^Feep I can't work ^Bbthe fields of Ab^Craham and turn^F my head away^Bb I'm not a stranger in the ^Chands of the Ma^Fker Brother ^DmJohn, have you ^Cseen the homeless ^Fdaughters S^Dmtanding there with ^Cbroken wi^Fngs I have ^Bbseen the flaming sw^Cords t^Fhere over east of e^Bbden Bu^Bbrning in the ^Ceyes of the Ma^Fker Burning in the eyes of the Maker Burning in the eyes of the Maker...