Mac Wiseman - On susans floor

^CDidn't feel so cold and tired,stretched out before her fire, Rollin' smokes and drinkin' up her ^G7wine; And I re- ^C-member ^Fcandle-(C-light and singin' songs, Till we could sing no ^G7more, Then fallin' fast asleep on Susan's ^Cfloor.

Now that my ^Fsong is ^Csweeter, Lord I'd ^Flike ^Cto greet her; To thank her for the favor ^Fthat ^Cshe ^G7gave, A ^Fstranger I ^Ccame, my head bowed in the rain ^Fto ^Cher ^G7door. I sat and sang my songs on Susan's ^Cfloor. In the morn- ^F-ing I'd go ^Con leaving ^FSusan and my ^Csongs, Knowing I'd be back in just a ^G7while, Healing in the sunshine of her ^Csmile.

Well, lots of ^Ftime and ^Csongs have passed, I catch my- ^F-self just ^Clooking back; Reliving all the wonder of those ^G7nights; That's ^Fwhere I would ^Cbe to-day, If I had only stayed ^Fone ^Cnight ^G7more, And sang another song on Susan's ^Cfloor. Like ^Fcrippled ships that ^Cmake it through a storm, And finally reach a quiet ^G7shore, The hopeless found a home on Susan's ^Cfloor.