| D | C | G |
| D | C | |
| Red | oak sug | ar, |
| G | |
| And Kor | ean dogwood and Korean dogwood |
| D | C | |
| Vibes t | urn to rubbed r | um, |
| G | |
| It by m | ission moonlight kangas on that hillside |
| D | C | |
| You | are my l | ife, |
| G | |
| And you b | affle me some like vanilla's maple |
| D | C | |
| Inc | a cornfl | ower |
| G | |
| You're my b | aby's blue eyes |
| C | G | |
| And when you're g | own dissolves in a pr | ayer |
| Am | C | |
| You'll hear a s | ound |
| G | |
| That rings true and f | air |
| D | C | |
| Black k | ing lightn | ing, |
| G | |
| The dawn of | orange blossoms and orange blossoms |
| D | C | |
| My fr | iend Keeg | an, |
| G | |
| Drawing | endless love songs, endless love songs |
| D | C | |
| C | alm breath, sweet b | eing, |
| G | |
| Show me wh | at you're seeing, show me what you're seeing |
| C | G | |
| And though r | ight and loud and pr | oud |
| Am | C | |
| Every little w | ord |
| G | |
| It still ain't h | eard |
| D | C | |
| Strange pr | ayers loom | ing, |
| G | |
| Over | all our brothers, over all our brothers |
| D | C | |
| Pris | on life s | erved |
| G | |
| But Nav | ajo Gospel is a rope thrown helpful |
| D | C | G | |
| Oh... |
| C | G | |
| But for s | ure all that we've m | ade |
| Am | C | |
| Will be swallowed by the E | arth |
| G | |
| For it's got no w | orth... |