Misc Your Songs - Lucia hrin - my heart was ready

^AmI came to the country, it was ^Am7dusty and ^Amdry, my ^E7heart was ready for ^Amrestin’ ^AmWinter sun so ^Am7low in the ^Amsky, ^E7life was askin’ a ^Amquestion ^AmEvenings came so ^Am7mellow and ^Amslow, ^E7stars demanding at^Amtention I ^Amwoke to find that d^Am7ead things do ^Amgrow, ^E7morning holding re^Amdemption

^FThunder sounded, my ^Ampast washed away; ^FYucca were shootin’ out ^Amtreasures ^AmMusic taught me a n^Am7ew way to ^Amsway, and ^E7showed me the end of the ^Amdesert

^AmSummer sun flames ^Am7up in the ^Amsky, my ^E7heart was ready for ^Amtestin’ ^AmCoyotes howled at the ^Am7train passin’ ^Amby with an ^E7answer to part of the ^Amquestion ^AmHorse hair clouds fan ^Am7out up a^Ambove, not ^E7pointing in any di^Amrection But ^Amwhere the mane ^Am7touched to the ^Amground, it’s ^E7there I found a con^Amnection

^FThunder sounded, my ^Ampast washed away; ^FYucca were shootin’ out ^Amtreasures ^AmMusic taught me a n^Am7ew way to ^Amsway, and ^E7showed me the end of the ^Amdesert

^AmHot sunny days con^Am7tinued to f^Amlow, my ^E7heart was ready for ^Amquestin’ I ^Amstepped into journey, ^Am7startin’ out ^Amslow; T’was l^E7eading beyond all the ^Amquestions And ^Amone came with me to ^Am7join in the ^Amsong, ^E7harmony rich with re^Amflection ^AmTravel and music ^Am7made us both ^Amstrong, to^E7gether we found a di^Amrection

^FThunder sounded, my ^Ampast washed away; ^FYucca were shootin’ out ^Amtreasures ^AmMusic taught me a n^Am7ew way to ^Amsway, and ^E7showed me the end of the ^Amdesert

^AmMusic taught me a ^Am7new song to ^Amsing, and ^E7I found the end of the d^Amesert