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*********** OLD CHURCH HYMNS AND NURSERY RHYMES **********

written by Beth Nielsen Chapman

performed by Waylon Jennings.

Capo on the 2nd fret.


Verse 1:
          A            D      A                  E         A
	Blow on you restless wind, up to your old tricks again.
	  A                  E                    A                E           A                                                      
	Bear down you Texas sun, you make the desserts dry and the brush fires run.
                         D      A                         E         A
	Splintered wood rusty chains, this old front porch swing remains.
          A                E           A                   E       A   
	A pendelum of memories, goes back and forth on a summer breeze.


Chorus:
                 D                     A   
	Singing old church hymns and nursery rhymes
	      E                    A
	From the days way back before my time.
                 D                   A
	With a little child upon my knee
	      E
	Singing every sweet word back to me.
	      D             A 
	Look how far I had to come
	    E                   A
	To get back where I started from.
                 D
	With a childs wisdom passin' time
	     A                         E        A        
	Singing old church hymns and nursery rhymes.



Verse 2:
              A                  D         A                      E      A
	I've run the race I've walked the wire,I paid the price of my desire
             A                          E        A             E       A
	And the only time I've known it all, is just before I took a fall.
	    A           D        A                 E           A  
	So howl you lone coyote song, fade to sapphire sky of dawn.
              A                E       A              E       A 
	Count me in the lucky men, to send the world around again.



Chorus.



Thanks to David M. Potter for the lyrics.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr