INTRO:
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VERSE:
      A
I was in the arroyo gatherin' strays
          D
You know Cowboys and cattle don't get holidays
     A
I would have been finished except for one little guy
           E
Who kept leading me farther away


VERSE:
        A
He went up the mesa, across the ravine
          D
Past the Indian ruins and the muddy red stream
       A
So I stopped for a spell, 'cause I was bone tired
        E
And I guess that I started to dream


PD-C HORUS:
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I saw three painted horses, three dark skinned men
     F                      E
And masks made of clay and voices like wind


CHORUS:
        A
Singing we seek the soul, of all that is good
    E
We come bearing corn, water and wood
 A                            D
Stop and behold, all that is good
       E                             A   A
Give thanks for the corn, water and wood


VERSE:
     A
Now I'm an old trail hound and I've always believed
      D
Your boots and your saddle are all that you need
    A
No miracles happen, no angels appear
 E                                   E7
But I swear three men were standing there


VERSE:
    A
I shook myself over, had I been asleep
              D
That's just three Pueblo children, tending their sheep
          A
And they yelled Merry Christmas, as they brought me my stray
           E
And their voices rang through the mesquite


CHORUS:
        A
Singing we seek the soul, of all that is good
    E
We come bearing corn, water and wood
 A                            D
Stop and behold, all that is good
       E                             A   A
Give thanks for the corn, water and wood


CHORUS:
        A
Singing we seek the soul, of all that is good
    E
We come bearing corn, water and wood
 A                            D
Stop and behold, all that is good
                     E               A   A
Give thanks for the corn, water and wood