Ezra Furman - Hour of deepest need

I think it’s t^Gime you brought your f^Face Across the rai^Clroad to my place I can’t sh^Gare this whiskey wit^Fh ya through the ph^Cone

And if we dr^Gink enough of i^Ft You might just g^Cet me to admit That I ne^Gver knew quite ^Fhow to be alo^Cne

We can ^Gsit on my back s^Fteps And intertw^Cine our fingertips While you ta^Glk about the n^Fice things that you^C once had

And if the ^Gturntable still s^Ftarts You can t^Ceach me how to waltz And I’ll te^Gach ya how to fe^Fel really, really b^Cad

Someti^Dmes the wound hurts powerful ind^Geed ^{G D C} But so^Dmetimes you just got to let that sucker bl^Geed And when the s^Cun drags in the d^Day Will you be a ^Emthousand miles aw^Cay In the h^Cour of my d^Deepest ne^Cmaj7ed?

Well they p^Gile up around ^Fyou The good and ev^Cil things you do And the pi^Gles grow up hi^Fgher with every b^Creath

When you’re do^Gwn between two mo^Funtains And you’re 2^C8 and counting That's the val^Gley of the sh^Fadow of dea^Cth

We can w^Gatch the silver mo^Fon And I’ll fa^Cll asleep too soon While the po^Grch light draws the h^Forse flies to their fa^Cte

Yeah, somet^Gimes your comp^Fany Is just the t^Ching to comfort me But other tim^Ges all I can d^Fo is just sit and wa^Cit

Someti^Dmes the wound hurts powerful ind^Geed ^{G D C} But so^Dmetimes you just got to let that sucker bl^Geed And when the s^Cun drags in the d^Day Will you be a ^Emthousand miles aw^Cay In the h^Cour of my d^Deepest ne^Cmaj7ed?