Storm Blowing Slowly
Woodbox GangVersion1
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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