Garth Brooks - The red strokes

^Bb Moonlight on canvas,^Gm midnight and wine ^Eb Two shadows starting to^F softly combine The^Bb picture they're painting is^Gm one of the heart And to^Eb those who have seen it it's a^F true work of art

Oh, the^Bb red strokes^F passions u^Gmncaged ^Eb Thundering moments of^F tenderness rage Oh, the^Bb red strokes^F tempered and^Gm strong ^Eb Burning the^F night like the^Eb daw^Ebsus2n

^Bb Steam on the window,^Gm salt in her kiss ^Eb Two hearts have never^F pounded like this In^Bbspired by a vision that^Gm they can't command ^EbErasing the borders with each^F brush of a hand

Oh, the^Bb red strokes^F passions u^Gmncaged ^Eb Thundering moments of^F tenderness rage Oh, the^Bb red strokes^F tempered and^Gm strong ^Eb Burning the^F night like the^Eb dawn ^Ebsus2

Oh, the^Gm blues will be^F blue and the^Eb jealousies^Dm green But when^Gm love picks it's^F shade it d^Ebemands to be^F seen

Oh, the^Bb red strokes^F passions u^Gmncaged ^Eb Thundering moments of^F tenderness rage Oh, the^Bb red strokes^F fearlessly^Gm drawn ^Eb Burning the^F night like the^Eb dawn ^Ebsus2

Oh, the^Bb red strokes^F passions u^Gmncaged ^Eb Thundering moments of^F tenderness rage Oh, the^Bb red strokes^F fearlessly^Gm drawn ^Eb Burning the^F night like the^Eb dawn ^Ebsus2

^Bb Steam on the window,^Gm salt in a kiss ^Eb Two hearts have never^F pounded like^Bb this