Taught To Be Proud
Tea Leaf GreenVersion1
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I was taught to be proud of where I come from
And I'm so sad that I'm the only one.
Like a cold preacher boy talking only to himself
How did he think that he got to promised lands?
Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
It's hard to be cool when you're playing for the prophets;
They really know if you got it or you lost it.
I'll sing this song but I don't know where it came from,
Reminds me of a mountainside to stand upon and gently hum.
Sometimes I'm confused
I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.
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Readable chord sheet for Taught To Be Proud by Tea Leaf Green
I was [Em]taught to be [C]proud of whe[D]re I come fr[G]om [C]And I'm so s[D]ad that I'[Em]m the only o[A]ne. [Em]Like a cold pre[C]acher boy talking on[D]ly to him[G]self [C]How did he th[D]ink that he got t[A]o promised [A]lands? [A] Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm going, Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing. I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here, But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears. [D]Gone, gone, go[C]ne, [G]Not gone for lo[D]ng, If you're ta[D]ught to be pr[C]oud of where[G] you come fr[D]om. Gone, gone, gone, Not gone for long, If you're taught to be proud of where you come from. It's ha[Em]rd to be c[C]ool when you're play[D]ing for the prop[G]hets; They re[C]ally kno[D]w if you got i[Em]t or you lost [A]it. I'll si[Em]ng this son[C]g but I don't kn[D]ow where it came f[G]rom, Rem[C]inds me of a moun[D]tainside to stand [A]upon and gent[A]ly hum. [A] Sometimes I'm confused I don't know where I'm going, Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing. And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here, But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.