Waylon Jennings

Bl ^A ow on you res ^D tless w ^A ind, up to your old ^E tricks ag ^A ain.
Be ^A ar down you Texas s ^E un, you make the dess ^A erts dry and the ^E brush fires ^A run.
Splintered wood r ^D usty ch ^A ains, this old front porch ^E swing rem ^A ains.
A ^A pendelum of memor ^E ies, goes ba ^A ck and forth on a su ^E mmer bre ^A eze.
Chorus:
Singing o ^D ld church hymns and nu ^A rsery rhymes
From t ^E he days way back befo ^A re my time.
With a li ^D ttle child upon my k ^A nee
Singin ^E g every sweet word back to me.
Look h ^D ow far I had t ^A o come
To g ^E et back where I star ^A ted from.
With a ch ^D ilds wisdom passin' time
Singi ^A ng old church hymns and nu ^E rsery rhy ^A mes.
Verse 2:
I've r ^A un the race I've wa ^D lked the w ^A ire,I paid the price of ^E my des ^A ire
And t ^A he only time I've known it ^E all, is j ^A ust before I t ^E ook a fa ^A ll.
So h ^A owl you lone ^D coyote s ^A ong, fade to sapph ^E ire sky of d ^A awn.
Count ^A me in the lucky m ^E en, to s ^A end the world a ^E round ag ^A ain.
Chorus.
Thanks to David M. Potter for the lyrics.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr