Misc Mashups - The animals - traditional - house of amazing grace
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Tuning: E A D G B E
Arranged by Kerry and the Angry Beaver
Chord Progressions as follows
Am C D F
Am C E E
Am C D F
Am E Am E
[Verse 1]
AmThere is Ca house Din New OrleanFs
AmThey call Cthe ERisin' ESun
AmAnd it's been Cthe ruin Dof many a poor bFoy.
AmAnd God, EI know AmI'm Eone.
[Verse 2]
AmAmazing gCrace! HoDw sweet the sFound
AmThat savedC a wEretch lEike me.
AmI once wCas lost, Dbut now am Ffound,
AmWas blindE, but nAmow IE see.
[Verse 3]
AmMy motherC was a tDailor. F
AmShe sewed Cmy nEew blueE jeans.
AmMy father Cwas a DgambliFn' man
AmDown in NEew Or-lAmeansE.
[Verse 4]
AmTwas gracCe that tDaught my hearFt to fear,
AmAnd grace Cmy fEears reElieved.
AmHow precious dCid that gDrace appearF
AmThe hour EI firstAm belEieved.
[Verse 5]
AmNow, the Conly thiDng a gambler Fneeds
AmIs a suitcCase Eand a tErunk
AmAnd the Conly Dtime that he's sFatisfied
AmIs when hEe's on Ama drEunk
[Verse 6]
AmThrough mCany dangDers, toils anFd snares
AmI have alrCeadyE come; E
Am'Tis grace Chas brougDht me safe Fthus far
AmAnd graceE will lAmead Eme home.
[Verse 7]
AmOh, MotheCr, tell Dyour childrenF
AmNot to do CwhatE I haveE done.
AmSpend yourC lives Din sin and Fmisery
AmIn the hoEuse of Amthe Erisin' sun.
[Verse 8]
AmThe Lord Chas promDised good to Fme
AmHis word mCy hoEpe secuEres;
AmHe will Cmy shieldD and portioFn be,
AmAs long aEs life AmenduEres.
[Verse 9]
AmWell, I'vCe got onDe foot on theF platform.
Amthe other CfootE on theE train.
AmI'm goin' Cback Dto New OFrleans
AmTo wear tEhat balAml and Echain.
[Verse 10]
AmYea, whenC this flDesh and heartF shall fail,
AmAnd mortalC lifEe shallE cease,
AmI shall Cpossess wDithin the vFeil,
AmA life ofE joy anAmd peEace.
[Verse 11]
AmWell, theCre is a Dhouse in New FOrleans
AmThey call Cthe ERisin' ESun
AmAnd it's been Cthe ruin Dof many a poor bFoy.
AmAnd God, EI know AmI'm one. E
[Verse 12]
AmWhen we'vCe been tDhere ten thouFsand years
AmBright shiCningE as theE sun,
AmWe've noC less dayDs to sing GFod's praise
AmThan whenE we've AmfirsEt begun.