Ronnie Milsap - Out where the bright lights are glowing

^CI was only eigh^G7teen in a ducktail and ^Fjeans when he had to ^Cgo We spent so many ^G7nights me and Jim and the ^Flights from my rad^G7io

^FI never ^G7knew him or ^Fonce shook his ^Chand ^FBut sometimes I think he was ^G7my closest friend

I can ^Fstand at my ^G7window some ^Cnights With a ^Fsoft southern ^G7breeze gently ^Cblowing

I ^Fknow deep in^G7side he’s still ^Cshining some^Amwhere ^FOut where the ^G7bright lights are ^Cglowing

When love let me ^G7down Jim was a^Fround to share those four ^Cwalls But then he went a^G7way one fateful ^Fday and saddened us ^G7all

^FThe headline that ^G7morning I ^Fremember it ^Cyet ^FHe’ll never be that ^G7easy to forget

I can ^Fstand at my ^G7window some ^Cnights With a ^Fsoft southern ^G7breeze gently ^Cblowing

I ^Fknow deep in^G7side he’s still ^Cshining some^Amwhere ^FOut where the ^G7bright lights are ^Cglowing

^FOut where the ^G7bright lights are ^Cglowing