Robert Earl Keen - Throwin rocks

^EShe wasn?t bad^B. She wasn?t good. She wa^As just what she was. ^{E E}She had a thing^B makes a man, do th^Ae things he does^E. ^EShe had a way.^B A special way, to sp^Aeak without a word. ^{E E}I swear to you^B, this very day, that^A this is how it all oc^Ecurred.

We was: ^AThrowin rocks in the river, c^Eounti^Ang ties on the track ^{E A}Thinking life could not be ^Ebetter and ^Bliving in a shack. ^AFeeling love for one an^Eother, deep down^G in our bones. ^{A A}Standing by the w^Eater, ^Bthrowing rocks n skipping stones. ^E

^EI was raised, ^Bin New Orleans. She was^A born in Jacksonvill^Ee. ^EAnd for a time, to^B me it seemed , she made^A the world stand still. ^E

T^Ahrowin rocks in the rive^Er, cou^Anting ties on the track ^{E A}Thinking life could not be ^Ebetter and ^Bliving in a shack. ^AFeeling love for one an^Eother, deep down^G in our bones. ^{A A}Standing by the w^Eater, ^Bthrowing rocks n skipping stones ^E

^EI came home late and I ^Bcaught her, with a ma^An from out of town. ^{E E}Now I wait b^Beside the water for^A the flood to take me down^E.

T^Ahrowin rocks in the rive^Er, cou^Anting ties on the track ^{E A}Pouring gas on her letter^Es and set^Bting fire to the shack. ^AScreaming bloody murder^E, leav^Ging nothing but the bone^As. ^AStanding by the w^Eater, ^Bthrowing rocks n skipping stones. ^E

I am Sta^Anding by the water, yeah, ^Ethrowing rocks^B n skipping stones. ^E