Laura Nyro - Stoney end

I was born from l^A7ove, and my poor ^Dmmother worked the m^G7ines, I was r^Cmaj7aised on the G^G7ood Book^Cmaj7 Jesus, 'till I r^A7ead betw^Em7een the lines, Now I d^Dmon't beli^Emeve I w^Fanna ^Dmsee the morni^G7ng.

^CmajGoin' down the s^Gtoney ^Fend, I never w^Emanted to ^Dmgo down the s^Cmajtoney e^Gnd, M^Cmaj7ama, let me st^Gart all o^F-ve^Emr, ^DmCradle ^Emme, ^DmMama, cradle ^Emme aga^Fin, Cradle me, M^Emama, cradle me aga^Fin.

I can st^A7ill remember him w^Dmith love-light in his e^G7yes, But the l^Cmaj7ight flickered o^G7ut and ^Cmaj7parted ^A7as the ^Em7sun began to rise, Now I d^Dmon't beli^Emeve I w^Fanna ^Dmsee the morni^G7ng.

^CmajGoin' down the s^Gtoney ^Fend, I never w^Emanted to ^Dmgo down the s^Cmajtoney e^Gnd, M^Cmaj7ama, let me st^Gart all o^F-ve^Emr, ^DmCradle ^Emme, ^DmMama, cradle ^Emme aga^Fin, Cradle me, M^Emama, cradle me aga^Fin.

Neverm^A7ind the forecast, 'c^Dmause the sky has lost c^G7ontrol. 'Cause the f^Cmaj7ury and the b^G7roken t^Cmaj7hunder's come to m^A7atch my r^Em7agin' soul, Now I d^Dmon't beli^Emeve I w^Fanna ^Dmsee the morni^G7ng.

^CmajGoin' down the s^Gtoney ^Fend, I never w^Emanted to ^Dmgo down the s^Cmajtoney e^Gnd, M^Cmaj7ama, let me st^Gart all o^F-ve^Emr, ^DmCradle ^Emme, ^DmMama, cradle ^Emme aga^Fin, Cradle me, M^Emama, cradle me aga^Fin.

^CmajGoin' down the s^Gtoney ^Fend, I never w^Emanted to ^Dmgo down the s^Cmajtoney e^Gnd, M^Cmaj7ama, let me st^Gart all o^F-ve^Emr, ^DmCradle ^Emme, ^DmMama, cradle ^Emme aga^Fin, Cradle me, M^Emama, cradle me aga^Fin.