Eliza Gilkyson - Heart of a man

^FOoh, what an ^Cangel ^FJust got de^Clivered ^FStraight to my ^Cdoor By some ^Amglorious hand^G I ^Ffeel like a stran^Cger To the ^Funderground ^Criver ^FDraws me down ^Cinto The ^Amheart of a m^Gan

There's a ^Fkinda sad sweet [^Cnoose ?] In the ^Ffall of his [fi^Cances ?] In the ^Fcurve of his [l^Cip ?] In the ^Amtouch of his han^Gd And I ^Fknow I must reach ^Chis Dark ^Ftreasure of senses^C To ^Ffind the gold ^Cpieces In the ^Amheart of a m^Gan The ^Fheart of a man ^C

In the ^Amheart of a ^Gman Stand the ^Ffields of his ^Csorrow With ^Amwords never ^Cspoken ^FDreams unex^Cpressed The ^Amwillow veils ^Gfall All the ^Ffeeling will ^Cfollow And the ^Amfields will grow ^Cgreen With l^Fove's tender^Cness ^{F C F C}

He's a ^Flone wolf, come ^Ccalling Holds ^Fonto his freed^Com He ^Fcircles with cau^Ction When I ^Amhold out my ^Ghand And I ^Ffigured his following ^Cyou Is n^Fot so hard to read ^Chim 'Cause his ^Fway will ^Clead him To the ^Amheart of a m^Gan The ^Fheart of a man ^C

In the ^Amheart of a ^Gman Stand the ^Ffields of his ^Csorrow With ^Amwords never ^Cspoken ^FDreams unex^Cpressed The ^Amwillow veils ^Gfall All the ^Ffeeling will ^Cfollow And the ^Amfields will grow ^Cgreen With l^Fove's tender^Cness

^FOoh, what an ^Cangel ^FJust got de^Clivered ^FStraight to my ^Cdoor By some ^Amglorious hand^G I ^Ffeel like a stran^Cger To the ^Funderground r^Civer ^FDraws me down ^Cinto The ^Amheart of a m^Gan The ^Fheart of a man