INTRO:A A A A VERSE:A I was in the arroyo gatherin' straysD You know Cowboys and cattle don't get holidaysA I would have been finished except for one little guyE Who kept leading me farther away VERSE:A He went up the mesa, across the ravineD Past the Indian ruins and the muddy red streamA So I stopped for a spell, 'cause I was bone tiredE And I guess that I started to dream PD-C HORUS:F#m I saw three painted horses, three dark skinned menF E And masks made of clay and voices like windCHORUS:A Singing we seek the soul, of all that is goodE We come bearing corn, water and woodA D Stop and behold, all that is goodE A A Give thanks for the corn, water and wood VERSE:A Now I'm an old trail hound and I've always believedD Your boots and your saddle are all that you needA No miracles happen, no angels appearE E7 But I swear three men were standing there VERSE:A I shook myself over, had I been asleepD That's just three Pueblo children, tending their sheepA And they yelled Merry Christmas, as they brought me my strayE And their voices rang through the mesquite CHORUS:A Singing we seek the soul, of all that is goodE We come bearing corn, water and woodA D Stop and behold, all that is goodE A A Give thanks for the corn, water and wood CHORUS:A Singing we seek the soul, of all that is goodE We come bearing corn, water and woodA D Stop and behold, all that is goodE A A Give thanks for the corn, water and wood
Corn Water And Wood
Michael Martin Murphey
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