G                         C 
Storms never last do they baby 
D                           G 
Bad times all pass with the winds 
G                            C 
Your hand in mine steals the thunder 
D                        G 
You make the sun want to shine  
  G                                C 
I followed you down so many roads, baby 
  D                                         G 
I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs 
    G                                C 
And every road we took God knows our search was for the truth 
        D                               G 
And the storms brewin' now won't be the last 
 
         
Chorus 
 
Harmonica Solo 
 
Chorus