Ronnie Lane - Stone
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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!