Shawn Colvin - Up on that hill

^GThe blood that run in your veins ^GOf all that you are made ^GIt didn’t start with you As ^Cmuch as ^G/Byou would ^Amlike ^G/Bit ^Dto ^G

^GThe path they set you on ^GYour battles lost and won ^GThe faking and the show And ^Call ^G/Byou ^Amthought ^G/Byou ^Dwanted All them ^Cthings ^G/Byou ^Amthink ^G/Byou ^Dwant

And in the ^Cland where all are ^G/Bmourning You hear the ^Emband, you hear them ^Ccall You can be ^Amhappy ^C You can be ^Amhappy, hmm ^Dhmm ^G

^GYou stood up on that hill ^GYou thought you’d had your fill ^GDidn’t want no pedestal But ^Cmark ^G/Bmy ^Amwords ^G/Byou ^Dwill ^G

^GYou heard your story told ^GYou felt you were getting old ^GYou thought it time to go But you ^Ccouldn’t ^G/Bfind your ^Amshare ^G/Bof ^Dgold That set you ^Cback ^G/Bon ^Amdown ^G/Bthe ^Droad

And in the ^Cland where all are ^G/Bmourning You hear the ^Emband, you hear them ^Ccall You can be ^Amhappy ^C You can be ^Amhappy, hmm ^Dhmm

So take your ^Emhopes and woes, take your ^Gbruised ego Light a ^Amfire here where the ^Dair is clear And take your ^Emsorrow, man, to your ^Gselfish land Run your ^Ampoor mouth there and ^Dsee if they care

And in the ^Cland where all are ^G/Bmourning You hear the ^Emband, you hear them ^Ccall You can be ^Amhappy ^C You can be ^Amhappy, hmm ^Dhmm ^G

And in the ^Cland where all are ^G/Bmourning You hear the ^Emband, you hear them ^Ccall You can be ^Amhappy ^C You can be ^Amhappy, hmm ^Dhmm