Key: F Chords: E B/E A A9 Am9 e|-0----0----0----0----0-| B|-0----0----5----0----0-| G|-1----8----6----6----5-| D|-2----9----7----7----7-| A|-2----9----0----0----7-| E|-0----0----0----0----0-| Intro: E B/E A A9 A E B/E A A9 A E B/E A A9 A E B/E A A9 A
Verse 1: E B/E A A9 A 'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood E B/E A A9 A When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud E B/E A A9 A I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form E Am9 A E Come in, she said, I'll give ya shelter from the storm E B/E A A9 A E B/E A A9 A Verse 2: E B/E A A9 A And if I pass this way again you can rest assured E B/E A A9 A I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word E B/E A A9 A In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm E Am9 A E Come in, she said, I'll give ya shelter from the storm E B/E A A9 A E B/E A A9 A Verse 3: E B/E A A9 A I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail E B/E A A9 A Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail E B/E A A9 A Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn E Am9 A E Come in, she said, I'll give ya shelter from the storm E B/E A A9 A E B/E A A9 A Verse 4: E B/E A A9 A Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there E B/E A A9 A With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair E B/E A A9 A She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns E Am9 A E Come in, she said, I'll give ya shelter from the storm E B/E A A9 A E B/E A A9 A Verse 5: E B/E A A9 A Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount E B/E A A9 A But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts E B/E A A9 A And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn E Am9 A E Come in, she said, I'll give ya shelter from the storm E B/E A A9 A E B/E A A9 A Verse 6: E B/E A A9 A I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove E B/E A A9 A And old men with broken teeth stranded without love E B/E A A9 A Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn E Am9 A Come in, she said, I'll give ya shelter shelter E B/E A A9 A E B/E A A9 A Verse 7: E B/E A A9 A Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line E B/E A A9 A Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine E B/E A A9 A If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born E Am9 A E Come in, she said, I'll give ya shelter from the storm E B/E A A9 A E B/E A A9 A
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