Misc Unsigned Bands - Big swamp gospel - become what you are from

^DmRemember when your ^Gsister packed a ^Cbag and ran a^Amway. She ^Dmsaid if you kept ^Gquiet, she'd be ^Cback for you some^Amday. But you ^Fmissed her, so you ^Gtold Grandma Ma^Amrie, who ^Bbgiggled as she ^Fpoured you out a ^Cmug of thick and sour rosy ^Bbtea^F. ^C

Re^Dmmember how you ^Gwatched the horses ^Cchase her through the ^Amwoods. ^DmRiderless and ^Gpale, they drove her ^Call the way back ^Amhome. And ^FMama tied her ^Gso she couldn't ^Amsee, and ^Bbeveryone in ^Ftown gathered ^Caround that blackened nasty dirty ^Bbtre^Fe.^C

^BbYou couldn't ^Fcry, you were too^C young. ^BbYou wanted to ^Fscream but your mouth went^C dumb. And ^Bbevery sip you ^Ftook of it ^Cmade you feel more ^Dmnumb. ^BbShe had bec^Come what she was ^Ffrom.

^DmRemember six years ^Glater when you ^Cfinally had to ^Amrun, when her ^Dmmemory seemed to ^Gset upon your ^Cmind with each day's ^Amsun. But ^Fas you ran you ^Gsaw Grandma Ma^Amrie, who ^Bbgiggled with her ^Ffinger in her ^Cear at something that you couldn't ^Bbsee^F. ^C

Re^Dmmember her old ^Gscreeching voice ^Cbehind you as you ^Amflew ^Dmthrough the swamps and ^Gashen husks of ^Cstumps where trees once ^Amgrew. She ^Fscreamed, “My son, you ^Gwill be back in ^Amtime. Your ^Bbmaster isn't ^Fin a swamp; you ^Ccannot run from what is in your ^Bbmin^Fd.^C”

^BbThey were ^Fright and now you've ^Ccome. ^BbYou want to ^Fscream but your throat's gone ^Cdumb. And ^Bbevery sip you ^Ftake of it, your ^Cbody becomes more ^Dmnumb. ^BbNow you ^Care what you are ^Ffrom. ^BbNow you ^Care what you are ^Ffrom.