• A
  • D
  • E
  • F#m
  • G
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Tono:
A D I'm an outcast that no one can save anymore
A D And the days of my youth, have all long gone by
A D I was the kind of boy the devil
A D would offer a smoke or a drink to
A D Or a ride down town to some, God
A forsaken land [Verse 1]
A One Sunday morning at dawn you know
F#m D they baptized my soul
A But they held me down so long
F#m D Christ I almost drowned
A D I was the kind of boy who never
A learned to smile, so I kicked and I
D screamed
A D 'Til I tore myself lose from all
F#m A these, great big hands, oh yeah
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[Chorus]
E G Wiseblood knows I walk the way
A wind blows
E G Wiseblood hears grace whisper
A right behind [Verse 2]
D F#m My mommma, she turned around and
D said
A D Hey little boy you better wake up,
F#m 'cause your the walking dead
A Oh she was the kind of girl who
D A D never touched a smoke or a drink
A D She just smoldered like an empty
F#m A church, left to burn in the wind [Chorus]
E G Wiseblood knows I walk the way the
A wind blows
E G Wiseblood hears grace whisper
A right behind [Otro]
A D A Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood
D knows)
A D A Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood
D knows)
A D A Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood
D knows)
A D E Wise, wise, wiseblood knows
E G D Wiseblood knows I walk the way
A the wind blows
E G Wiseblood hears grace whisper right
A behind
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