Jars of Clay

There is a ^F river that washes you c ^C lean
There is a ^F tree that marks the places you'v ^C e been
Blood that was spill ^Am ed, although not your ow ^D n,
(Start strumming on the A minor)
For all of your tea ^Am rs, are the wag ^F es for things you have ^C done
^C And all of those nigh ^Am ts
Spent alon ^F e in the darkness of your mi ^G nd
^F Give it up, Let ^Em go ^{Am G/Am
F} These are things you were never meant ^G to shoulder
There is a ri ^F ver that washes you c ^C lean
There is a tr ^F ee that marks the places you've ^C been
Blood that was spill ^Am ed, although not your o ^D wn
For all of those t ^F ears, love will a ^G tone
So, give up the rig ^Am ht
To co ^F ntrol the waves that empty out your ^C life
Above wild ski ^Am es
Are the ra ^F ys that break the shadows we de ^G sign
Give i ^F t up, l ^Em et g ^Am o ^G/Am
These ^F are things you were never meant to shou ^Em lder ^{Am G/Am}
Give i ^F t up, le ^G t go
There is a ri ^F ver that washes you c ^C lean
There is a tr ^F ee that marks the places you've ^C been
Blood that was spill ^Am ed, although not your o ^D wn
For all of those t ^F ears, love will a ^G tone
^F I know the world ^Em can turn in differe ^Am nt ways
^F Most of the time, ^Em we're simply hang ^Am ing on
^F And under the signs of ^Em how we all ^Am behave
^F We might find the place where we ^G belong
F Em Am G/Am (3x) F G
There is a riv ^F er that washes you c ^C lean
There is a tre ^F e that marks the places you've ^C been
Blood that was spill ^Am ed, although not your ow ^D n
For all of these th ^F ings, love will a ^C tone
For all of those ni ^F ghts, that you cried all a ^C lone
For all of your t ^F ears, love will a ^C tone