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Storm Blowing Slowly

Woodbox Gang
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
It's  nighttime now and my eyes are all water
 My friends have all moved to where the sun's always shining
 I'm watching the weather with the Doppler Radar
 There's a storm busting out of every silver lining
 By day I work the correction center
 Where the men are corrected with poison gas
 And by night I clock in on a bender
 To forgive myself and forget the past
 The  strings of my  heart are  so tight
 They'll  spare me no  suffering  tonight
 There's a  storm blowing  slowly come  hell or  come holy
 Just blow  me to the  morning  light
 A killer winks behind the eyes of a warden
 The chaplain's ace is in the dead man's sleeve
 There's a serpent hiding in every saint's garden
 Quoting the scriptures behind laurel leaves
 Every bad man has friends in low places
 Who shroud themselves in a darkness to hide
 But some of these dearly departed hard cases
 Venge me with friends of the holiest kind
 And I'm constantly looking over my shoulder
 At well dressed fellows with hidden agendas
 I'm the mouse in the meadow rolling the boulders
 And crushing the homes of the newly forgiven
 Now the sun's rising up and the storm is a passing
 A little rain and a little lightning
 Outside the window where the thunder was a crashing
 In their Sunday best little boys are fighting
 Innocence today guilty verdict tomorrow
 A civilized world has civilized ways
 And every civilized world has a civilized fellow
 To keep it all civilized with a lever to raise

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Readable chord sheet for Storm Blowing Slowly by Woodbox Gang

[G]It's nighttime now and my eyes are all water
My friends have all moved to where the sun's always shining
I'm watching the weather with the Doppler Radar
There's a storm busting out of every silver lining
By day I work the correction center
Where the men are corrected with poison gas
And by night I clock in on a bender
To forgive myself and forget the past

The[G] strings of [D]my heart ar[G]e so tight
They'll[G] spare me [D]no sufferi[G]ng tonight
There's a[G] storm blowi[D]ng slowly [G]come hell o[D]r come holy
Just [Em]blow me to the[D] morni[G]ng light

A killer winks behind the eyes of a warden
The chaplain's ace is in the dead man's sleeve
There's a serpent hiding in every saint's garden
Quoting the scriptures behind laurel leaves

Every bad man has friends in low places
Who shroud themselves in a darkness to hide
But some of these dearly departed hard cases
Venge me with friends of the holiest kind
And I'm constantly looking over my shoulder
At well dressed fellows with hidden agendas
I'm the mouse in the meadow rolling the boulders
And crushing the homes of the newly forgiven

Now the sun's rising up and the storm is a passing
A little rain and a little lightning
Outside the window where the thunder was a crashing
In their Sunday best little boys are fighting
Innocence today guilty verdict tomorrow
A civilized world has civilized ways
And every civilized world has a civilized fellow
To keep it all civilized with a lever to raise

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