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Capo: 2 Tuning: E A D G B E
Stone - Ronnie Lane Capo: 2 [Verse 1]
GWell, once I was a stone, many years ago GInto a pool was thrown, many years ago DTime passeGd by and thDe pool raGn dry DExcavated was GI, and tDempered and Gbeat in the Dfiery Gheat By the hand of a Dman, D(sus4) whose name was DaCn, C(sus4) Dan the blacksmGith
[Verse 2]
GWell once I was a sword, many years ago GAnd my blade was broad, many years ago DWorn with pGride, intDo battle I'dG ride, DAt a warrior’s sGide, and I cDut and I Gkilled, and was lDost in a Gfield And I soon didD rust,D(sus4) CI corroC(sus4)de to dust, Oh mGy
[Verse 3]
GWell once I was a daisy, many years ago GIn pastures green and lazy, many years ago DBut I was Gate by a goDat who feGll in a moat DAnd forgetting to fGloat he Dsunk like Glead and staDyed until deaGd And was relieved to fDind D(sus4) CLord, jC(sus4)ust how kind It aGll was
[Verse 4]
GWell once I was a grub, many years ago GAnd I lived in cooked red mud , many years ago DBut on the Gvery first Dmoon I beGcame a cocoon DThat resembled a prune,G and wheDn the good Lord was done,G in thDe warm copper suGn, I shed my sDkins D(sus4) CAnd I dC(sus4)ried my wings And GI flew away
[Verse 5]
DWell, once I was a bullfrog, had to Gstruggle for survival DAnd once I was a carp and lived in wGaters ornamental DAnd once I was a mynah bird, quoting Gverses from the Bible I said pretty Cboy, Pretty boDy, Saint LuGke
(Guitar solo) [Verse 6]
GWell once I was a mule, many years ago GBut my master he treat me cruel, many years ago DBy and by Gwas sick, couldn’t Dmove to hGis kick, DSo he took outG a stickD, and laid iGt right across mDy back toG an almighty crack And to his dismay D D(sus4) CI passed C(sus4)away Into the blGue
[Verse 7]
GThen I was born a human baby, many years ago GWell I remember I was born unto a lady, many years ago DAll our hoGpes were piDled on thGe back of a child DWho turned out to be wildG, sent tDhe devil a pGrayer, causeDd the parson to swearG So I tookD my leD(sus4)ave CTo lie C(sus4)and thieve, On my way to jaGil
[Verse 8]
GWell, I've been a tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor GKnown good times and disaster DBut now I've found a teaGcher and theD teacher Ghas a master DAnd the master is perfecGtion, soD he helps Gus get thereD fasteGr DDon't nD(sus4)eed no proof, CBecause C(sus4)that's the truth, and I'll drink Gto that!