Tablature listening to old voices - John Hiatt

          



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  From: "scott c. bravin" <beartunes@email.msn.com>

  Subject: h/hiatt_john/listening_to_old_voices.crd

  Date: Sat, 23 May 1998 21:08:33 -0700

  

                   LISTENING TO OLD VOICES   by john hiatt

                        Transcribed by Scott Bravin

  

  INTRO:        A     Bm    G,          4X

  

             A                  Bm                 G                Em

  THEY HAVE COME TO HAUNT THE CHILDREN, THEY HAVE COME TO WALK THE WIND

         A                 Bm                 G

  I CAN HEAR THEM AS THEY RUSTLE THROUGH THE TREES

           A                 Bm                   G               Em

  LOOKING FOR THE LOVE THAT KILLED THEM ,SO THAT THEY MIGHT LIVE AGAIN

          A                  Bm              G

  IT'S A SIMPLE PRAYER THAT BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES

        A               Bm                G                Em

  WITH DRUMS & BELLS & RATTLES,THEY HAVE CAUGHT US IN OUR TIME

      A               Bm               G

  TO WATCH THE EAGLE RISE UP FROM THE FIRE

             A              Bm                G               Em

  NOW IS IT TRUE WE ARE POSSESSED BY ALL THE ONES WE LEAVE BEHIND

      A              Bm              G

  OR IS IT BY THEIR LIVES WE ARE INSPIRED

  

  CHORUS

  

          D           A        Bm                         E

  IT'S A NEW LIGHT,A NEW DAY, LISTENING FOR THE MEANING, LEARNING HOW TO SAY

          D                    A

  IT'S A NEW PLACE BUT YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN HERE,

               Bm                            E

  YOU'RE JUST LISTENING TO OLD VOICES WITH A NEW EAR

  

  

  IT'S THE LIVIN' AND THE DYIN' WELL IT SCARES THE YOUNG ONES SO

  THEY CAN HARDLY CATCH THIER BREATH BEFORE TOO LONG

  THEY SEE THE TEARS WE'RE CRYING AND THEY WATCH THAT RIVER FLOW

  AND THEY FOLLOW ON THE BANKS UNTIL IT'S GONE

  

  

  I SURRENDER TO THE MOUNTAINS, I SURRENDER TO THE SEA

  I SURRENDER TO THE ONE WHO CALLS MY NAME

  I SURRENDER TO MY LOVER AND TO MY ENEMY

  I SURRENDER TO THE FACE THAT HOLDS NO SHAME

  

  REPEAT CHORUS

  

  

  THERE'S A SPIDER AT MY WINDOW & SHE SPINS A WEB OF TRUTH

  MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN ALL THESE MEMORIES

  AND SHE SURELY IS GOD'S ARTIST AS SHE'S CAUGHT THE MORNING DEW

  IT'S A SIMPLE PRAYER THAT BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES

  

  

  REPEAT CHORUS

  

   


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 Listening to old voices, de John hiatt 

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