The Gospel Whiskey Runners - Aint that time

^AI been tryin’ to make it up to you someh^Dow Oh my ^Aramblin’ ways have piled up to me ^Enow I’m ^Astandin’ here outside your door And I’m ^Dbeggin’ you for a little more I been ^Atryin’ to make it ^Eup to you some^Ahow

^AYeah… yeah, yeah^D, yeah ^{A E}Yeah ^AYeah… yeah, yeah^D, yeah ^{A E}Yeah ^A

^AMy momma don’t you see the state I’m ^Din I’ve made ^Apromises but now they cavin’ ^Ein I was born ^Ahere with this silver tongue And I ^Dclimbed the ladder but I broke the rungs And I’m ^Atryin’ to make it ^Eup to you some^Ahow

There is a ^Etime, to walk that li^Ane There is a t^Eime, to change your ^Amind There is a ^Dtime, to walk aw^Aay There is a ^Etime, but it ain’t that tim^Ae.

^AYeah… yeah, yeah^D, yeah ^{A E}Yeah ^AYeah… yeah, yeah^D, yeah ^{A E}Yeah ^A

^AThey tried to put me back inside that ^Dcage Told me that I w^Aas done and that I’d never c^Ehange We’ll I’m ^Anot the man I used to be I k^Dnow I’m not all that I could be But I’ll ^Atry to make it ^Eup to you some^Ahow

There is a ^Etime, to walk that l^Aine There is a ^Etime, to change your ^Amind There is a ^Dtime, to walk ^Aaway There is a ^Etime, but it ain’t that ^Atime. There is a ^Etime, to walk that l^Aine There is a ^Etime, to change your ^Amind There is a ^Dtime, to walk ^Aaway There is a ^Etime, but it ain’t that ti^Ame.

^AYeah… yeah, yeah^D, yeah ^{A E}Yeah ^AYeah… yeah, yeah^D, yeah ^{A E}Yeah ^A