The River The Spout

C Am F G, E7 Am C F

C
Four walls, a roof, and plenty of
                          Am
attention and food all my life.
          F
Don't you think that'd be enough
                G
To learn how to love you?

C
I'm sorry I don't always know
just what to say, how to say it,
                               Am
and how to let the small things go.
F                           G
You make it look so easy to do.

C                    Am         
'Cause if you're the River than 
F             G
I must be the spout.
C          Am         F         
Where you deliver, I barely spit
    G
 it out.
             E7             Am    
You know that no one wants a taste
             C                F
 unless it's flowing cool and clean.
C                   Am       F
You're what love is made of.
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   G           C
My imitation's cheap.

C
Honest, I don't remember when
                                Am 
I had a thought pass through my 
                      F
head not about me in the end
      G
and I don't know how to curb it.

C
Can't help but wonder why I don't
                            Am     
ever feel the icey touch of pointed
                   F
 fingers, told you so's.
G
Heaven knows I've earned it

C                    Am         
'Cause if you're the River than 
F             G
I must be the spout.
C          Am         F         
Where you deliver, I barely spit
    G
 it out.
             E7             Am    
You know that no one wants a taste
             C                F
 unless it's flowing cool and clean.
C                   Am       F
You're what love is made of.
   G           C
My imitation's cheap.

E7
I don't want to lose you
Am
and I know you're not a game I'm 
playin.
C                     F
When will I ever understand?
E7
The more I know it
Am
the less I want to show it.
C                                 
Love means folding with a winning 
  F
hand.

C                    Am         
'Cause if you're the River than 
F             G
I must be the spout.
C          Am         F         
Where you deliver, I barely spit
    G
 it out.
             E7             Am    
You know that no one wants a taste
             C                F
 unless it's flowing cool and clean.
C                   Am       F
You're what love is made of.
   G           C
My imitation's cheap.