Jesus Lived In a Motel Room

A
I had to tell you
                 G
Don't you feel fear
                         C
Done telling people no need to say
A
I had to tell you
               G
Why can't you hear
                   C
Anxiety surrounding me
A
I had to tell you
                G
There's no big deal
                      C
It happens all the time
A                           G C
So honestly not a thing to fix
A
My mama always told me
                   G
Don't waste a minute
                  C
Nirvana as how it is
A
And papa always told me
             G
Vigilance vivid
                            C
Or you will loose what you got
A
Then they both tried to warn me
                      G
Closed door falls into silence
                      C
I'm drifted too far away
A                                            G
Then it went out of sight and no outline's left

( A  G  C )
( A  G  C )

A
Now time to go back
            G
Ocean of tears
                            C
Before the sailing gonna turn back
A
Now it's the time to go back
                     G
My tongue can make or break
                     C
Before I slip and realize
A
Yeah, it's the time to go back
                     G
He hasn't figured it out
                           C
Guess I should have to go back
A
Maybe I'm bout to go to hell
                     G
Some things are roaming
                    C
It's so hard to pull it out

D                                              A
Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand
A
I look for my bible to shore
D
Think I left my bible 'bout around here somewhere
A
So I go through the table, under my bed to figure
D
No, I should better get down on my knees
A
Knocking on the heavens door, it maybe hell it could be
F                                E
Focus on to focus I close my eyes
E
Then Oye yells

( E  D  C  B )
( A  G  C )
( A  G  C )
( A  G  C )
( A  G  C )

D                                              A
Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand
A
I look for my bible to shore
D
Think I left my bible 'bout around here somewhere
A
So I go through the table, under my bed to figure
D
No, I should better get down on my knees
A
Knocking on the heavens door, it maybe hell it could be
F                                E
Focus on to focus I close my eyes
E
Then Oye yells

( E  D  C  B )
( A  G  C )
( A  G  C )