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One Of Us Joan Osborne
Em - C+9 - G - D
If G[Em]od had a n[C+9]ame, [G]what would it [D]be?
And would you ca[Em]ll it to his f[C]ace
[G]If you were f[D]aced with him
In a[Em]ll his gl[C+9]ory -- [G]what would you [D]ask?
If you had j[Em]ust one q[C+9]uestion? [G] [D]
Y[C+9]eah... yeah... G[G]od is [D]great
Y[C+9]eah... yeah... G[G]od is [D]good
Y[C+9]eah... yeah... [D]yeah... yeah... yeah...
What if G[Em]od was o[C+9]ne of us? [G] [D]
Just a sl[Em]ob like [C+9]one of us?[G] [D]
Just a st[Em]ranger o[C+9]n the b[G]us trying to m[D]ake his way home
[Em] [C+9] [G] [D]
If God had a face, what would it look like
And would you want to see?
If seeing meant that you would have to believe,
In things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints and all the prophets
Trying to make his way home...
Like up to heaven all alone...
Nobody calling on the phone...
Except for the Pope, maybe in Rome.
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Pensacola
by Joan Osborne, Eric Bazilian, Rob Hyman, Rick Chertoff
as transcribed by R.Kilby (arkay@connectnet.com)
Well I f[Am]ound him in P[C]ensa[G]cola[Am], in a trailer[C] in the [G]sand, [Am]
The man from the [C]picture,[G]
[Em]He's stained yellow [F]in my [G]hand, [Em7]he's stained yellow [F]in my [G]hand.
He was [Am]squinting and [C]stubbled[G], and[Am] standing in the door,[C] [G]
He said [Am]if you've come to take the [C]car a[G]way,
[Em]I don't have it [F]any [G]more, [Em]I don't have it [F]any [G]more.
Am C G (yay-hay etc)
[Am] [C] [G]
He's got the gospel on the radio, and the gospel on TV,
He's got all of the transcripts
Back to 19-63, back to 19-63.
He said I sold my blood for money ,
There wasn't any pain, But I just can't stand the feeling,
It's in someone else's veins, it's in someone else's veins.
Yay-hey etc...
Mama took me aside, tried to change my mind,
She said "don't waste your time, in looking,,
There's nothing nothing, left to find, nothing, nothing left to find."
So I left him in Pensacola, in a trailer in the sand,
The man from the picture,
He's stained yellow in my hand, he's stained yellow in my hand.
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