Waylon Jennings - Old church hymns

Blow on y^Cou restless w^Find, up^C to your old tricks^G again. ^C Be^Car down you Texas s^Gun, you make the dess^Certs dry and the ^Gbrush fires ^Crun. Splintered wood rusty ch^Fains, t^Chis old front porch swing ^Gremains. ^C A pendelu^Cm of memories, go^Ges back and ^Cforth on a summer br^Geeze. ^C

Singing old chur^Fch hymns and nursery r^Chymes From t^Ghe days way back befo^Cre my time. With a little ch^Fild upon my knee ^C Singin^Gg every sweet word back to me. Look h^Fow far I had t^Co come To g^Get back where I star^Cted from. With a childs wi^Fsdom passin' time Singi^Cng old church hymns and nu^Grsery rhy^Cmes.

I've run the ^Crace I've walked th^Fe wire,I p^Caid the price of my des^Gire ^C And the only^C time I've known it all, is^G just bef^Core I took a f^Gall. ^C So h^Cowl you lone^F coyote s^Cong, fade to sapph^Gire sky of d^Cawn. Count me in t^Che lucky men, to ^Gsend the^C world around a^Ggain. ^C