The Middle East - Deep water

^EmGreen eyed ^Glooker, it always ^Cmaj7pains me to ^Gsee ^EmHollowed out ^Gpicture of skin and b^Done ^EmThe strangest ^Gstranger th^Cmaj7at i ever did ^Gmeet ^EmOh and i ^Gguess i ain't that ^Dold

^EmShe came on ^Gstrong with he^Cmaj7r own confi^Gdence ^EmMade you sweat in your ^Gcotton, though it'll ^Dbreathe ^EmThe cruelest beh^Gavior ain’^Cmaj7t born or mi^Gned ^EmFeel her shell should ju^Gst go and down the ^Dwine

^DIt’s dee^Gp water^C, drivin^Gg rain ^EmAnd all I can ^Gremember is a ^Dcold ^EmAnother burned out ^Glover who was^Cmaj7 begging to ^Gleave ^Cmaj7She said "why wouldn’t yo^Gu tie your soul t^Do me"

^EmTook all I ^Ghad in my ^Cmaj7waiting c^Gell ^EmAnd a little of ^Gwhat I just don’^Dt know ^EmBut I got my ^Gthinking up to ^Cmaj7where I ^Gfell ^EmAnd I let the ^Gmemories of my lovers ^Ddie

^EmIt’s a bitte^Gr taste and a,^Cmaj7 a blindin^Gg light ^EmTime fade ^Gburns, most would ^Dknow ^EmTook the ^Ghand of ^Cmaj7the woman I ^Glove ^EmNow I am sure I’^Gm gonna make her m^Dy own

^DIt’s the dee^Gp water, th^Ce drivin^Gg rain ^EmI’m making ^Ga shelter of m^Dy own ^EmWhen Jesus ^Gcomes he’^Cmaj7s gonna eat wit^Gh me ^Cmaj7And he’s gonn^Ga find our childre^Dn old