Jon Foreman - Patron saint of rock and roll

I saw the patron ^Esaints pa^Grade down city ^Ahall ^DI saw the patron ^Esaints for the ^Ghandsome, rich and ^Atall ^DI felt so out of ^Eplace, ap^Gpalling and ap^Apalled ^DThey all drove a^Away and there was ^Cno one left to ^Dcall

Cause there ^Gain’t no surrogate savior for my ^Csoul ^D There ^Gain’t no patron saint for rock and ^Croll For ^Drock and roll

I ^Dstood and watched the pa^Arade ^Gcrowded in the ^Aback I ^Dcouldn’t see a ^Athing through the ^Gpatriotic ^Aflag ^DThe huddled masses and ^Ame disil^Glusioned in the ^Arain ^DWondering what America ^Ameans when I ^Cfeel so out of ^Dplace

Cause there ^Gain’t no surrogate savior for my ^Csoul ^D There ^Gain’t no patron saint for rock and ^Croll For ^Drock and roll ^E

^F#Sometimes I feel ^Bmlone^Dly, ^Edevilish and ^Aold ^F#mAs if my congre^Ggation ^F#were the bitter ^Bcold And my ^Emhymnal ^Afeels like it’s got ^Dholes ^G Christ alone could ^Csave my ^Bsoul

^DThere’s a park down^Atown Where the ^Ghomeless get ^Aignored Where the ^Dchurch next door is a c^Arowd Singing “^GBlessed are the ^Apoor” Where the ^DMercedes drive ^Aaway Muttering, “^Gdruggies, drunks and ^Awhores” Where the ^Dbumper sticker dis^Aplays “My ^Ccopilot is the ^DLord”

Cause there ^Gain’t no surrogate savior for my ^Csoul ^D There ^Gain’t no patron saint for rock and ^Croll For ^Drock and roll