Don Williams - This side of the sun

^GI thought I'd be an ^Dangel ^CAnd fly on astral s^Gkies ^CI thought I'd wear a ^Gfanciful disgu^Dise ^D7 And It's t^Caken me ^Da lotta time ^GTo find out I'm not o^Cne ^GAn outlaw on the ^Drun, ^COn this side of the ^Gsun.

^GI hoped I'd be a ^Dchampion ^CAnd live without a ^Gcare ^CI thought I'd change the ^Gworld, Make it j^Dust and ^D7fair ^CBut my youth slipped by ^Dbefore my eyes ^GMuch to my surp^Crise ^GBefore I had beg^Dun, ^COn this side of the s^Gun.

^GOut on this end ^Dof the wind ^CWinter's coming '^Ground the bend ^CYou pray for rain, b^Gefore you know, ^CYou're standin' in a f^Doot of snow So you ^Cpull your coat up ^Dto your chin ^GPick your shovel ^Cup again ^G'Cause your work is never ^Ddone, ^COn this side of the s^Gun.

^GI took it to a f^Dortune teller ^CI thought that she might ^Ghelp me ^CShe looked into my e^Gyes And smiled ^Cmysterious^Dly But she ^Cdidn't know^D as much as me ^GI stared back, dej^Cectedly ^G'Cause I know where she's ^Dfrom, ^CThis side of the s^Gun.

^GOut behind these p^Drison walls, ^CDark clouds come and ^Ghard rains fall ^CYou pause a moment ^Gfor a dream, ^CThey row you gently ^Ddown the stream You ^Cwake up angry^D in the night, ^GJump up, ready for the f^Cight ^GBut the war is never ^Dwon ^COn this side of the ^Gsun.

^GNow they tell me m^Dusic ^CCan free a person's s^Goul ^CSo I sing a ^Gsong ^Ceverywhere I ^Dgo ^CBut It's not much different^D than before ^GI'm still looking ^Cfor the door ^GI wonder if there ^Dis one, ^COn this side of the ^Gsun...