Warren Zevon - Ourselves to know

^DWe left Constantinople in a t^Ghousand ninety-^Dnine ^DTo restore the ^Gone True Cross was ^Ain this heart of mine ^GTo bring it to Jer^Dusalem and ^Athen sail home to ^DRhodes ^DWe took that holy ^Aride ours^Gelves to ^Dknow ^DWe took that holy ^Aride ours^Gelves to ^Dknow

^DEveryone got famous,^G everyone got ^Drich ^DEveryone went o^Gff the rails and ^Aended in the ditch ^GBut we had to take that ^Dlong, hard road to ^Asee where it would ^Dgo ^DWe took that holy ^Aride ours^Gelves to ^Dknow ^DWe took that holy ^Aride ours^Gelves to ^Dknow

^DVerse Chords over harmonica solo ^DNow if you make a pilgrimage I ^Ghope you find your ^Dgrail ^DBe loyal to the ^Gones you leave with ^Aeven if you fail Be ^Gchivalrous to ^Dstrangers you ^Ameet along the ^Droad ^DAs you take that h^Aoly ride ^Gyourselve^Ds to know ^DYou take that holy^A ride you^Grselves t^Do know