Mark Erelli - The drinking gourd

^EmWhen the sun goes back and the first quail calls ^AmFollow the ^Emdrinking gourd The ^Gold man is ^Amwaiting for to ^Emcarry you to ^Bmfreedom ^EmFollow the ^Bmdrinking ^Emgourd

^AmFollow the ^Emdrinking gourd ^AmFollow the ^Emdrinking gourd For the ^Gold man is ^Amwaiting for to ^Emcarry you to ^Bmfreedom ^EmFollow the ^Bmdrinking ^Emgourd

^EmThe riverbed makes a mighty fine road ^AmDead trees to ^Emshow you the way And it's ^Gleft foot, ^Ampeg foot ^Emtravelling ^Bmon ^EmFollow the ^Bmdrinking ^Emgourd

^EmThe river ends between two hills ^AmFollow the ^Emdrinking gourd There's an^Gother ^Amriver on the ^Emother ^Bmside ^EmFollow the ^Bmdrinking ^Emgourd

^AmFollow the ^Emdrinking gourd ^AmFollow the ^Emdrinking gourd For the ^Gold man is ^Amwaiting for to ^Emcarry you to ^Bmfreedom ^EmFollow the ^Bmdrinking ^Emgourd

^EmI thought I heard the angels say ^AmFollow the ^Emdrinking gourd The ^Gstars in ^Amheaven gonna ^Emshow you the ^Bmway ^EmFollow the ^Bmdrinking ^Emgourd

^AmFollow the ^Emdrinking gourd ^AmFollow the ^Emdrinking gourd For the ^Gold man is ^Amwaiting for to ^Emcarry you to ^Bmfreedom ^EmFollow the ^Bmdrinking ^Emgourd

^AmFollow the ^Emdrinking gourd ^AmFollow the ^Emdrinking gourd For the ^Gold man is ^Amwaiting for to ^Emcarry you to ^Bmfreedom ^EmFollow the ^Bmdrinking ^Emgourd