The .357 STring Band - Stillest hour

Four long ^Gyears spent, lot of ^Emtears shed ^Gno no one ^Csees them, no ^Done but ^GI Cigarette ^Gbutts and empty ^Emcups is ^Gall that is ^Cstaying right ^Dby my ^Gside and now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^Dstillest ^Ghour and now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^Dstillest ^Ghour

Whole damn ^Gday spent, not a ^Emword said, ^Gno not a ^Cdime spent, just waiting ^Dfor the ^Gnight Cause all that ^Gaction, that sur^Emrounds my ^Glife couldn't match that ^Cracket in^Dside my ^Gmind and now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^Dstillest ^Ghour now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^Dstillest ^Ghour

And now I'm ^Gseeking that dreamless ^Emsleeping ^Goh when I stop ^Cdeceiving, just ^Dfor a ^Gwhile Cause everyone you're ^Gmeeting is so mis^Emleading ^Gnow I'm re^Cceding in^Dto my ^Gmind and now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^Dstillest ^Ghour now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^Dstillest ^Ghour

now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^DStillest ^GHour now I'm ^Cwaiting for that ^DStillest ^GHour now I'm ^Cwaiting.. ^{D G}