Neal Casal - Turn for the worse

^AmI was ^Gon that mountain ^Croad, ^Amin the mi^Gddle of the ^Cnight ^AmI was ^Gon my way back h^Come, a^Amnd I was h^Geading for the ^Clight ^FThings were looking pretty g^Good, h^Fow was I to know of the c^Gurse ^AmThat w^Gas waiting for me ^Cwhen, ^Amthings took a t^Gurn for the w^Forse

^AmI have ^Gknown a friend or ^Ctwo, ^Amand we have^G gone our separa^Cte ways ^AmBut I never t^Ghought it would be^C you, ^Amwho would c^Gondemn me in this^C way ^FTo think about the way things are right ^Gnow ^FTo think that you were right there from the f^Girst ^AmTo not ^Gknow a soul in your own t^Cown ^Amthings take a t^Gurn for the w^Forse

^GOvercome b^Amy a dream th^Fat should have been long dead I^E'm buried a lif^Ametime deep, in ^Fevery single word that has s^Gtill not been said

^AmTo stand with b^Goth feet in this wo^Crld and l^Amive a li^Ge still unre^Cvealed ^AmTo talk of wisdo^Gm and it's pea^Crls as ^Amif you ^Gknow the way it f^Ceels ^FTo have to trust in someone else's c^Growd ^FTo scandalize with just one ^Gverse ^AmTo have to ^Gsmile on your way do^Cwn ^AmWhen things take a ^Gturn for the w^Forse ^AmWhen things take a ^Gturn for the w^Forse ^AmWhen things take a ^Gturn for the w^Forse ^AmWhen life takes a ^Gturn for the w^Forse