Warren Zevon - Ourselves to know

^CWe left Constantinople in a t^Fhousand ninety-^Cnine ^CTo restore the ^Fone True Cross was ^Gin this heart of mine ^FTo bring it to Jer^Cusalem and ^Gthen sail home to ^CRhodes ^CWe took that holy ^Gride ours^Felves to ^Cknow ^CWe took that holy ^Gride ours^Felves to ^Cknow

^CEveryone got famous,^F everyone got ^Crich ^CEveryone went o^Fff the rails and ^Gended in the ditch ^FBut we had to take that ^Clong, hard road to ^Gsee where it would ^Cgo ^CWe took that holy ^Gride ours^Felves to ^Cknow ^CWe took that holy ^Gride ours^Felves to ^Cknow

^CVerse Chords over harmonica solo ^CNow if you make a pilgrimage I ^Fhope you find your ^Cgrail ^CBe loyal to the ^Fones you leave with ^Geven if you fail Be ^Fchivalrous to ^Cstrangers you ^Gmeet along the ^Croad ^CAs you take that h^Goly ride ^Fyourselve^Cs to know ^CYou take that holy^G ride you^Frselves t^Co know