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Tom:
A D I'm an outcast that no one can save anymore
A D And the days of my youth, have all long gone by
A D A D I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to
A D A Or a ride down town to some, God forsaken land [Verse 1]
A F#m D One Sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul
A F#m D But they held me down so long Christ I almost drowned
A D A D I was the kind of boy who never learned to smile, so I kicked and I screamed
A D F#m A 'Til I tore myself lose from all these, great big hands, oh yeah
[Chorus]
E G A Wiseblood knows I walk the way wind blows
E G A Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind [Verse 2]
D F#m D My mommma, she turned around and said
A D F#m Hey little boy you better wake up, 'cause your the walking dead
A D A D Oh she was the kind of girl who never touched a smoke or a drink
A D F#m A She just smoldered like an empty church, left to burn in the wind [Chorus]
E G A Wiseblood knows I walk the way the wind blows
E G A Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind [Outro]
A D A D Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood knows)
A D A D Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood knows)
A D A D Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood knows)
A D E Wise, wise, wiseblood knows
E G D A Wiseblood knows I walk the way the wind blows
E G A Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind
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