Intro: C G Dm (2x) C
G Dm Am F
I got a world of trouble in mind, the pilgrim said
C Bb F C
Need something to believe in, or someone to be
G Dm Am F
I got a mountain of worries just piling up inside my head
C Bb G F
It's a curse of the worst kind for a dreamer like me
G E7 Am F
So he climbed up alone on the Turkey Mountain Ridge
C G F
He looked out at the people on the plain
G E7 Am F
He saw god that night in the sleepy river and the city lights
C G
But he felt like a loser just the same
Am C F
Woah, woah, states of misery
C
States of grace
G Am C G
Trouble and joy on a young man's face
C C/B Am Am/G F
Swing low sweet chariot
C
Take me down
Dm Am G C G C
That long black road into Tulsa town
G Dm Am F
"Well, I gotta roll these tumbling dice again", he sighed
C Bb F C
"Leave it up to good fortune and the draw and the deal.
G Dm Am F
I gotta put my life out on that table and just let it ride
C Bb G F
Slip away from these hounds of love that nip at my heels"
G E7 Am
But over on the back porch, in the early morning rain
F C G
Sits a girl with a mirror in her smile
F G E7 Am F
Insubstantial as the summer breeze, as it disappears into the trees
C G
But she holds his eye for a little while
Am C F
Woah, woah, states of misery
C
States of grace
G Am C G
Trouble and joy on a young man's face
C C/B Am Am/G F
Swing low sweet chariot
C
Take me down
Dm Am G C G
That long black road into Tulsa town
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