Karen Peck and New River - I want to know how it feels

^AMy momma and daddy talked about going home since ^DI was just a babe on their^Bm knee They’d say that no^Ething compared to what was waiting up there, How ^Done day we would fi^Enally be free ^{A D/E} Well I^A’ve never seen it but I keep on believing it will ^Dbe a place like I’ve never ^Bmknown, I keep my eye^Es on the sky, cause

I wanna know h^Aow it feels To make my way down the down the ^Dstreets of g^Bmold, I wanna know ho^Ew it feels To have a talk with the Saints of o^Ald ^D/E I wanna know what’s it’s l^Aike, to rest my feet By the river of^D life^Bm I’ve heard of heaven and I know^E that’s its real, I wanna know how it ^AFeels ^D/E

^ASometimes I get weary, from this life that I Live, it seems that pe^Dace is something I’ll Never fi^Bmnd, I try to ligh^Eten my load when All I’ve got to show, is ^Dseven hundred t^Ehings On my m^Aind ^D/E Now I’m S^Aeeing visions of a Crystal clear river where s^Dins forgotten with Out a tra^Bmce, more than I’v^Ee ever dreamed

I wanna know h^Aow it feels To make my way down the down the ^Dstreets of g^Bmold, I wanna know ho^Ew it feels To have a talk with the Saints of o^Ald ^D/E I wanna know what’s it’s l^Aike, to rest my feet By the river of^D life^Bm I’ve heard of heaven and I know^E that’s its real, I wanna know how it ^AFeels ^G/A

I wanna know h^Dow it feels To make my way down the down the ^Gstreets of g^Emold, I wanna know ho^Aw it feels To have a talk with the Saints of o^Dld ^G/A I wanna know what’s it’s l^Dike, to rest my feet By the river of^G life^Em I’ve heard of heaven and I know^A that’s its real, I wanna know how it ^DFeels ^G/A