Misc Your Songs - Ts mckinney - cut me loose

^GReached around my shoulder ^GFound a shackle welded tight ^GSomeone must’ve clapped it on me ^GSick distracted night ^GNothing I can think of ^GPull that metal from my spine ^GGrab this rock and chisel ^GI appreciate your time

^GShoveled through my memories ^GFingered through the dirt ^GHow was I connected when it ^GDidn’t even hurt? ^GGo ahead, just pound away ^GI still don’t feel the sting ^GBut the sound the chisel’s making ^GIs a deep religious thing

Cut me ^Ebloose from this c^Fondition ^GCan you see where it’s attached? Cut me ^Ebloose from this d^Fisaster ^GBeat the shackle from my back Cut me ^Ebloose^F, cut me ^Ebloos^Fe Cut me ^Ebloose^F, cut me loos^Ge

^GNow I think that I remember ^GAs the shackle hits the ground ^GIt starts to look familiar ^GI begin to hear the sound ^GOf my own demands and longings ^GBack before I knew the cost ^GOf a road that led to nowhere ^GThe road that got me lost

Cut me ^Ebloose from this c^Fondition ^GCan you see where it’s attached? Cut me ^Ebloose from this d^Fisaster ^GBeat the shackle from my back Cut me ^Ebloose^F, cut me ^Ebloos^Fe Cut me ^Ebloose^F, cut me loos^Ge