Frida Hyvonen - Jesus was a crossmaker

^CSweet silver ^Cangels ^Fover the ^Csea ^CPlease come down ^Fflyin' ^Glow for m^Ce

One time I t^Frusted a s^Ctranger cause I heard^F his sweet s^Cong And it was ge^Fntly enti^Ccin' me, tho there was^Am somethin' wrong, But when I t^Furned he was g^Gone^G7. B^Amlindin' me, his so^Cng remains remi^Fndin' me,

^D7He's a b^Candit and a he^Gart break^Amer, ^D7Oh, but J^Cesus was a cr^Goss maker. ^CSweet silver ^Cangels ^Fover the ^Csea ^CPlease come down ^Fflyin' ^Glow for m^Ce

He wages w^Far with the de^Cvil, a pistol ^Fby his ^Cside And tho he ch^Fases him out w^Cindows and won't give him a ^Amplace to hide He keeps his d^Foor open w^Gide^G7 F^Amightin' him he li^Cghts a lamp inv^Fitin' him,

^D7He's a b^Candit and a he^Gart break^Amer, ^D7Oh, but J^Cesus was a cr^Goss maker. ^CSweet silver ^Cangels ^Fover the ^Csea ^CPlease come down ^Fflyin' ^Glow for m^Ce

I heard the th^Funder come r^Cumblin', the light never^F looked so d^Cim I see the ju^Fnction git ne^Carer' and danger is i^Amn the wind And either ro^Fad's lookin' g^Grim^G7 H^Amidin' me, I fl^Cee, desire div^Fidin' me,

^D7He's a b^Candit and a he^Gart break^Amer, ^D7Oh, but J^Cesus was a cr^Goss mak^Amer. ^D7Yes, J^Cesus was a cr^Goss maker. ^CSweet silver ^Cangels ^Fover the ^Csea ^CPlease come down ^Fflyin' ^Glow for m^Ce

One time I t^Frusted a s^Ctranger cause I heard^F his sweet s^Cong And it was ge^Fntly enti^Ccin' me, tho there was^Am somethin' wrong, But when I t^Furned he was g^Gone^G7. B^Amlindin' me, his so^Cng remains remi^Fndin' me,

^D7He's a b^Candit and a he^Gart break^Amer, ^D7Oh, but J^Cesus was a cr^Goss maker. ^CSweet silver ^Cangels ^Fover the ^Csea ^CPlease come down ^Fflyin' ^Glow ^G7 for m^Ce