Stan Rogers - Pharisee

I u^Gsed to be a Phari^Dsee, ^EmCynical and wise, telling rich ungodly^C lies Of humani^Dty But in the mark^Getplace was seated, a cripple with a l^Dyre. I ^Amlooked at him and said "I've been rich b^Dut so unhappy, ^CWhat sets your soul on fire?" And he s^Daid "Look upon me^G, brother, I'm a man with piece of mi^Dnd, You kno^Emw I've never b^Geen good at nothi^Cng But the word^Ds I wrought in rhyme, But I'^Gve a good woman to feed me, and friends to share a br^Dew. And eve^Amnings we sit around and sing togeth^Der, and it ^Ccould be the same for you", if you^G...

Just ho^Cld on, to young friends y^Dou made of o^Gld, ^CAnd cleave to the woman who ke^Deps us whol^Ge, And keep a warm fire^C for all your friend^Ds, who come^Am in from the c^Bmold, I ^Amlove you all as broth^Cers, and I don^Am't even know their na^Cmes, For you^Am this must sound differe^Dnt, but for ^Dus it always stays the sa^Gme...

Ton^Gight the smoke is rising, from around the room, ^AmAnd judging from the warmt^Ch of smells from the ki^Dtchen, There'll be supper ready soon... ^GAnd our table's set for t^Dwenty, ^Groom for more if they should c^Dome, ^AmAnd later on we'll pass around ^Cthe wine for our plea^Dsure, and sing^Am until the morning co^Bmmes

Just ho^Cld on, to young^D friends you made of o^Gld, ^CAnd cleave to the woman who ke^Deps us who^Gle, And keep a warm fire^C for all your frie^Dnds, who come^Am in from the c^Bmold, I ^Amlove you all as br^Cothers, and I don^Am't even know their na^Cmes, For you^Am this must sound diffe^Drent, but for ^Dus it always stays the s^Game...