| Intro: F# B (3X) G# |
| F# | B | F# | B | |
| In she comes a- | ridin', on a | mornin' sunr | ise |
| F# | B | F# | B | |
| I am | left to bel | ieving all that is | standing before my | eyes |
| D#m | G# | D#m | G# | |
| And I | wonder | , Now I | wonder |
| B | F# | |
| Would the sun have shown ever so brightly a | lone |
| We been livin' all of our lives on the other side of the hill |
| Drifting on a golden wing, and I can't wait to hear the smile |
| She can sing, She can sing |
| Take me through the day, steal my breath away |
| F# | B | |
| And we | ride the countryside, | take it high and wide, |
| F# | B | |
| She brings the crackers, cheese and w | ine |
| D#m | G# | |
| Oh, they're | gonna bust my side |
| And she's got strawberries comin' by the dozen |
| Brown sugar and sweet cream |
| Set my mouth, set my mouth a-buzzin' |
| F# | B | F# | B | |
| Take my hand and | run, take me | down to the river | blue |
| F# | B | |
| Throw a | whisper to the | wind |
| D#m | G# | D#m | G# | |
| That all you're | sayin' is tru | e, all you're | sayin' | is true |
| F# | B | F# | B | |
| Ride the | countryside, | Take me high and | wide (repeat and fade) |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |