Everybody's Hurting Jakob Dylan
[C#m]Been walking the dirt floor, my eyes are [E]open Lord
Where did [A]you go, have we just [G#m]left you bored?
[C#m]On down this unholy [E]well we rolled
Stirring [A]barrels in hell [G#m]to be warm
It's further [A]back down than the [E]high ground
Ain't milk and [B]honey, we're mov[E]in' round
Only [A]one thing is [E]certain
That's [B]everybody
Everybody's [C#m]hurting [C#m]
[C#m]We come from the country where the [E]rain follows plow
And the [A]evenings are cold enough to [G#m]pluck your feathers out
[C#m]We hear your engines [E]roaring deep and [A]loud
As we work the mules on this [G#m]bludgeoned ground
[A]We've hunted these [E]hills dry
We've long out[B]lasted the winter and our [E]last wood pile
Only [A]one thing is [E]certain
That's [B]everybody
Everybody's [C#m]hurting
[A]Through rolling acres of [A]boneyards we drift
Our [E]spirits' been broken been [E]splintered to bits
[A]Faith is believing what you see [A]ain't so
[G#m]My sweetheart we've got to learn to [G#m]live with these ghosts
[G#m]They can't leave; [G#m]we can't...
[A]go..[E]. [B] [E]
[A] [E] [B] [C#m]
[C#m]We'd sell this valley if we [E]could go north
Where the [A]sun sets dripping [G#m]buckets of gold
[C#m]Through snow topped thunderheads and [E]rows of wind clouds
[A]Coming down this mountain how sweet [G#m]salvation sounds
With our [A]hands out like lowly [E]pilgrims
As the [B]old men death salute the [E]young ones in
Already [A]know what we're just [E]learning
That's [B]everybody
Everybody's [C#m]hurting[C#m]
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