Ron Pope - Lullaby

^GShe left town on a 3 o'clock train, ^DGoin' God knows where...far away, And the l^Amast words she spoke to me, is "I'll be a^Cll right."

^GShe grew up in a sad dark place, ^DThe kind of path you don't retrace. Been tr^Amyin' to wake from nightmares, All her days^C.

Goodn^Gight, goodnight, goodn^Dight, goodnight, Oh good^Amnight...and this is her lull^Caby.

^GLA sun, it warms her face, ^DAnd she don't seem so far away. She sends p^Amhotographs, Hold me tight.^C

^Gand I call her on the phone again, ^DAnd ask if she'll come home, and then, I wo^Amn't hang up, Until she says she mi^Cght.

and I sing Goodn^Gight, goodnight, goodn^Dight, goodnight, Oh good^Amnight... and this is her lul^Claby. I sin^Gg Goodnight, goodnight, goodn^Dight, goodnight, Oh good^Amnight...and this is her lull^Caby.

^AmI don't know if ^CI believe, I'm e^Gverything this woman ^Dneeds, But ^AmI swear on my s^Coul, I'd r^Gather die than let he^Dr go. She's ^Ambeen searching fro^Cm the start, For p^Gieces of her tattered^D heart. I k^Gno^Cw...but I'm not s^Dure...

^GThese winter nights, she's in my prayers. ^DI wake to find she isn't there... And ^Amevery time, I laugh until I c^Cry.

and I sing Goodn^Gight, goodnight, goodn^Dight, goodnight, Oh good^Amnight... and this is her lul^Claby. I sing Good^Gnight, goodnight, goodn^Dight, goodnight, Oh good^Amnight...and this is h^Cer...This is her lul^Glaby... This is her lull^Daby This is her lull^Daby This is her lull^Amaby This is h^Cer... this is her lu^Gllaby