Whiskey Myers - Bad weather

This ^Gplace looks like everything you ^Dwanted ^GRed Roses White Doves and s^Duc^Ah ^GChurch wedding bells, the h^Dell she thinking there's no ^Bmgreen round the finger from ^Aus I ^Gcame to this place fully ^Dconscious well but ^Gwhether my actions are u^Dnj^Aust That ^Gman up there said I'd have to hold ^Bmmy peace forever Unless somthings said now and stand ^Aup It's the ^Greason I came here in the f^Dirst place So forg^Give me for what I must ^Dsa^Ay After s^Go many years, f^Bmorever and ever turned into bad weather t^Aoday

And the ^Bmrain ^Acame ^Ddown ^BmWashed away a^All that it f^Gound It's the ^Bmreason for ^Akeeping it ^Daround Can't place them ^Atogether

That ^Ghouse on the hill is a ^Dprison Spent ^Gtoo many years turning ^Dhe^All Oh ^Ghow if those old walls could l^Disten and h^Aear me ^BmHow much these old walls could ^Atell As an ^Gold man I know I should ^Dreason but I could t^Gorch this old place might as ^Dwell With a ^Gcan full of diesel and a ^Bmbooklet of matches lets see what these ashes ^Aunveil

And the ^Bmrain ^Acame ^Ddown ^Bmwashed away a^All that it ^Gfound its the ^Bmreason for k^Aeeping them ^Daround can't place them tog^Aether Yeah the ^Bmrain ^Acame d^Down ^BmWashed away a^All that it f^Gound It's the ^Bmreason for ^Akeeping them^D around blow over bad wea^Ather blow over bad wea^Ather