John Fogerty - Moody river

^FMoody River, ^Ammore deadly, ^Fthan the vainest ^Amknife. ^FMoody River, your ^C7muddy water, ^Ftook my baby's ^Flife^Am.

^AmLast Saturday ^E7evening, ^Amcame to the old Oak ^E7tree. ^AmIt stands beside the ^E7river, where ^Fyou were to meet ^Fme^Am.

^AmOn the ground your ^E7glove I found, with a ^Amnote addressed to ^E7me. It ^Amread, Dear love, I've ^E7done you wrong, now ^FI must set you ^Ffree^Am.

^AmNo longer ^E7can I live with this ^Amhurt and this ^E7sin, I ^Amjust couldn't ^E7tell you, that ^Fguy was just a ^Ffriend^Am.

^FMoody River, ^Ammore deadly, ^Fthan the vainest ^Amknife. ^FMoody River, your ^C7muddy water, ^Ftook my baby's ^Flife^Am.

I ^Amlooked into the ^E7muddy water, and ^Amwhat could I ^E7see? I ^Amsaw a lonely, ^E7lonely face just ^Flooking back at ^Fme.^Am

^AmTears in his ^E7eyes, and a ^Amprayer on his ^E7lips, ^Amand the glove of ^E7his lost love, ^Fat his finger^Ftips^Am.

^FMoody River, ^Ammore deadly, ^Fthan the vainest ^Amknife. ^FMoody River, your ^C7muddy water, ^Ftook my baby's ^Flife^Am.