Just Doin Your Thing

B A E

[Verse 1]
        B                  A 
I was a poor boy papa when you 
                           E
decided you would make me wealthy
           B                     
I had the sickness in my bones, I 
      A                            
was sure enough far from home, you 
       E
make me healthy yeah yeah
        B                
I was rejected, dejected, 
           A                      
uncorrected, unprotected, defected 
E
from my people
         B                     
I was contriving, cliff diving, 
           A                     
capsizing, no freedom rising from 
     E
that deep hole

[Chorus]
         B       A         E
But You made me free, and I must 
sing
     B       A             E
You baptized me just doin' Your 
thing

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[Verse 2]
          B                     
I had the feeling all along that 
           A                       
there was somethin' peering strong 
         E
over my shoulder
           B                       
And it got closer through the 
           A                       
years, through abandonment and 
      E
tears as I got older, yes it did
            B                      
Hitchhiking through the wilderness,
             A                   
 and bearing all my consequence I 
       E
was a stranger
              B                  
You picked me up on sixty-six and 
           A                 
met me with love and kindness 
         E
instead of anger

[Verse 3]
           B
Now it’s a quarter ‘til the clock 
strikes, and hopefully the shock 
might
A
Hit you like a rock fight or like a 
butcher’s block might
E
Quick as lightning shock kite comes 
the key to lock tight

The door on which he knock right now
 until it’s not night
B                              
 Everybody walk tight rope until 
              A
their chalk white, hopes are wiped 
away by the wind
       E
If the devil’s your friend you got a
 burden on your back, And some 
poison in your blood
         B                         
It’s our burden to unpack, leave it
               A
 behind in the mud
                               E
Click clack goes the old smoke stack
 and when it leaves

It ain’t never coming back, so you 
best be ready when the train comes 
steady
B                            
 It’s rollin’ heavy ‘round the 
       A
bends, get on board my friend
E
 For the land of Lord cause the 
levee’s gonna break, in the end