Doug Burr — Slow Southern Home

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[Verse 1]
      C           G
I lay awake for a night 
            F                  Am G
Drenched in anguish and bright light 
         F                C
I dreamt about an ancient house 
      G             C
And a slow Southern home 


[Verse 2]
      C                  G
I was there, and so were you 
      F                      Am G
Not a word was spoke, nothing new 
       F            C
It was old, all was known 
       G            C
Like a sheep to the fold 


[Verse 3]
            C              G
A blind man sang, bells of joy 
        F                     Am G
I was a stranger, but still a boy 
           F                   C
My parents dead, the vines had grown 
           G             C
Through my slow Southern home 


[Verse 4]
         C              G
In those eyes, I had no name 
              F                 Am G
They had seen fear, and all was vain 
         F          C
Bells of joy he did sing 
              G                 C
His noise did ring and ring and ring 


[Verse 5]
    C                  G
And everyone must come back 
                F                      Am G
The flames have risen, the plumes were black 
              F                C
And if you're welcomed home by friends 
         G                C 
It won't ever be the same again		
    

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