| | | B | C#m | | | | Storms never last do they | baby |
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| | | F#7 | B | | | | Bad times all pass with the | winds |
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| | | B | C#m | | | | Your hand in mine steals the | thunder |
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| | | F#7 | B | | | | You make the sun want to | shine |
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| B | C#m | | I | followed you down so many | roads, baby |
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| F#7 | B | | I | picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad | songs |
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| B | C#m | | And | every road we took God knows our | search was for the truth |
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| F#7 | B | | And the | storms brewin’ now won’t be the | last |
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| | | B | C#m | | | | Storms never last do they | baby |
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| | | F#7 | B | | | | Bad times all pass with the | winds |
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| | | B | C#m | | | | Your hand in mine steals the | thunder |
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| | | F#7 | B | | | | You make the sun want to | shine |
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| | | B | C#m | | | | Storms never last do they | baby |
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| | | F#7 | B | | | | Bad times all pass with the | winds |
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| | | B | C#m | | | | Your hand in mine steals the | thunder |
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| | | F#7 | B | | | | You make the sun want to | shine |
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