David Francey - Badlands

Here I am in my own Bad^Glands ^CHere I ^Fwait and ^Chere I ^Gstand Went ^Csearching ^Ffor the ^Cdistant ^Gpast Found ^Fthree red rocks and a piece of ^Cglass In my own Bad^Glands In my ^Fown Bad^Clands In my own Bad^Glands In my ^Fown Bad^Clands

And the redstone, ironstone scoured ^Gland ^F Rock of ages in coloured ^Cbands And I climbed to the ^Ftop, to the ^Ctop of the ^Ghill If I ^Fhadn't come down I'd be climbing ^Cstill In my own Bad^Glands In my ^Fown Bad^Clands In my own Bad^Glands In my ^Fown Bad^Clands

And the ^GRed Deer River runs muddy and ^Cbrown Choked by the ^Fdust of the ^Chills a^Ground And the ^Csun in the ^Fsky ^Cstanding ^Gstill And the ^Friver's rolling and it always ^Cwill Through my own Bad^Glands Through my ^Fown Bad^Clands Through my own Bad^Glands Through my ^Fown Bad^Clands

You can count the ^Flayers of the ^Cpast and ^Ggone You can ^Fsmell the rain of the coming ^Cstorm Inside my ^Fhead is ^Cjust the ^Gsame It's ^Fcracked and dry and needing ^Crain In my own Bad^Glands In my ^Fown Bad^Clands In my own Bad^Glands In my ^Fown Bad^Clands

And the ^GRed Deer River runs muddy and ^Cbrown Choked by the ^Fdust of the ^Chills a^Ground And the ^Csun in the ^Fsky ^Cstanding ^Gstill And the ^Friver's rolling and it always ^Cwill

Here I am in my own Bad^Glands ^CHere I ^Fwait and ^Chere I ^Gstand And I ^Cfeel a^Fbandoned, ^Cquite a^Glone ^FDust and rock and skin and ^Cbone In my own Bad^Glands In my ^Fown Bad^Clands In my own Bad^Glands In my ^Fown Bad^Clands