G C
Storms never last, do they baby?
D G
Bad times all pass with the wind.
G C
Your hand in mine stills the thunder,
D G
You make the sun want to shine.
Verse 1:
G C
I followed you down so many roads, baby.
D G
I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs,
G C
And every road we took, God knows our search was for the truth,
D G
And the storms brewing now won't be the last.
Chorus
(Harmonica Solo)
Chorus