Waylon Jennings - Old church hymns

Blow on y^Aou restless w^Dind, up^A to your old tricks^E again. ^A Be^Aar down you Texas s^Eun, you make the dess^Aerts dry and the ^Ebrush fires ^Arun. Splintered wood rusty ch^Dains, t^Ahis old front porch swing ^Eremains. ^A A pendelu^Am of memories, go^Ees back and ^Aforth on a summer br^Eeeze. ^A

Singing old chur^Dch hymns and nursery r^Ahymes From t^Ehe days way back befo^Are my time. With a little ch^Dild upon my knee ^A Singin^Eg every sweet word back to me. Look h^Dow far I had t^Ao come To g^Eet back where I star^Ated from. With a childs wi^Dsdom passin' time Singi^Ang old church hymns and nu^Ersery rhy^Ames.

I've run the ^Arace I've walked th^De wire,I p^Aaid the price of my des^Eire ^A And the only^A time I've known it all, is^E just bef^Aore I took a f^Eall. ^A So h^Aowl you lone^D coyote s^Aong, fade to sapph^Eire sky of d^Aawn. Count me in t^Ahe lucky men, to ^Esend the^A world around a^Egain. ^A