Misc Unsigned Bands - The tree - big swamp gospel

Th^Ge Spanish moss drapes the^B tree line so^C thick I can barely see^G the^C path in front of me^G, walking this^D morning. Undern^Geath the sun^B, without a cloud^C to block out Heaven^G, or maybe^C up there is the devil^G. I'm not certain.^D

The ^CLord's Glory is Te^Grrible, but ^DJust, and I am ready^G to go ^Cforth into b^Gattle as His weapon.^D

But I a^Gin't seen a sing^Ble soul since I^C came into Moss Bluff^G. It make^Cs me wonder what^G I've done to lose ^DGod's grace. Down ^Gthe road a great tree^B reaches up ^Cto rival Heaven.^G Or maybe up t^Chere is the devil,^G at least in this place^D.

The p^Crice for God's Protectio^Gn is Heavy^D, but I will yield^G so I can go for^Cth into battle^G with His shield^D.

A crowd g^Gathers around d^Bown there beneath^C the mighty branc^Ghes, the red leaves ^Cand blackened appl^Ges of the tree^D. They sing^G and dance a twiste^Bd joy that's not^C a thing of heaven^G. It must be^C of the Devil^G, plain to see^D.

The flames^C of the Lord's Justic^Ge burn with Cruelt^Dy, but Precision^G against^C all who deny ^Gthey are His children^D.

So turn now^G to the Righteo^Bus path, for God^C will not be waiting^G to grab^C your soul from Satan^G at the End Times^D. The crowd ^Gscatters away,^B leaving just on^Ce man in the picture^G. He breathes of darkne^Css, sips of liquor^G red as wine^D.

And I^C reach for the lord's swor^Gd, but there's nothing^D for me to grab^G as the sky^C turns red and the sun^G goes black.^D

Well ^Gpreacher man, this ^Bmust be the first ^Cday you've been in ^Gtown. If you need a ^Cguide to what's ^Garound, Hell, I'll ^Doblige. You ^Gsee I wipe my ass with sc^Bripture, I ^Cspit on the gates of ^Gheaven. ^CFool, you're talkin' to the ^GDevil, are you ^Dblind?

^CSatan's Price is ^GTerrible and ^Dcollected without ^Greason. But ^Cdrink here of this ^Ggin and you could ^Dmeet him.