John Denver - Ripplin waters

Ive Got rip^Dpling waters to wake me To be m^D7ore than my woman in lo^Gve All pine trees are po^Dinting to see easily To see he^A7aven above

^DBlue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening ^CTakes the chill away f^Gine C^Emut the telephone li^B7ne The storys the sam^Ee

^DTheres a worn red chair by the window That you f^D7ound at a sale down the w^Gay When some o^Gld women said that they Nee^Dded more room for the w^A7inter

^DPeople like pulling at the stuffing When they sit down ^CSo it passes the ^Gtime ^EmCut the telephone li^B7ne The storys the sa^Eme

^AOoh, like a bubble on a windy ^Eday Start to flutter when I hear you s^Aay That you feel too good to go a^B7way And you m^Eake me feel fine

And^A you made the world a warmer pla^Ece By the sparkle of your diamond fa^Ace On a gray spot with a little la^B7ce And you m^Eake me feel fin^B7e Warm as a mo^Euntain in sunsh^B7ine On the ed^Ege of the snowlin^B7e In a meado^Ew of columbi^Ane ^{G A7}

Oh littl^De Jennifer Id give a penny for What youv^D7e got on your min^Gd Seems ^Dlike most of the time youre lying there d^A7reaming

^DMaybe in your vision you see how Our mission is sli^Cghtly less than di^Gvine ^EmCut the telephone lin^B7e The storys the s^Eame

No^Dw, rippling waters flow through the ceiling And the walls^D7 there, their keepin me wa^Grm And the c^Glosest Ive been with my fa^Dmily for days Is my mus^A7ic But the sile^Dntly stare in the morning sky Is like h^Cearing her calling my n^Game ^EmCut the telephone li^B7ne The story might cha^Enge

^AOoh, like a bubble on a windy ^Eday Start to flutter when I hear you ^Asay That you feel too good to go aw^B7ay And you m^Eake me feel fin^B7e Warm as a mo^Euntain sunshi^B7ne On the e^Edge of the snowli^B7ne In a me^Eadow of columbi^Ane ^{G A7}