[Intro]
G Em
G D C
C
[Verse 1]
G Em C G
With the midnight sky and big brown eyes did you stumble on a pearl?
D C
Wake me from a thousand meter stare,
G Em
With a halo hanging just a little too heavy,
C G
And another evenings curls,
D C
Mixed up with the morning in your hair,
G Em C G
Like a country girl that came across a cat out in the rain,
D C
Like a country girl you played it true to form,
G Em C G
Gonna lay a little pity on the prodigal son who parted with his name,
D C C
Little shelter for a stray out in the storm.
[Chorus]
G Bm
You can try to put the past behind,
C G
It’s on your clothes like burning pine,
Am C G D
Is it gin or turpentine you keep in your canteen?
G Em G D C C
If pressure makes a diamond babe, I still might come out clean.
[Verse 2]
G Em C G
In the simplе solitary joy of temporary comfort,
D C
Well, I closed my еyes and felt I’d slept a hundred thousand years,
G Em C G
Awaking I would disregard the terms of my surrender,
D C
Took every bad fork in the road and look who’s standing here,
G Em C G
We were victims of eternal love for almost half a morning,
D C
Said I know you can’t go home again, but tell me where you land,
G Em C G
Oh, here’s to yet another chance you get to be reborn,
D C
And here’s to greener, higher hills to make your final stand.
[Chorus]
G Bm
You can try to put the past behind,
C G
It’s on your clothes like burning pine,
Am C G D
Is that gin or turpentine you keep in your canteen?
G Em G D C C
If pressure makes a diamond babe, I still might come out clean.
[Interlude]
Am C G D
G Em G D C
C
[Verse 3]
G Em C G
For a walking ghost that southern coast was a lawless piece of Heaven,
D C
There were bayou dives and oyster knives and liquor for to drown,
G Em
And the Q-Beam lights and the rooster fights,
C G
And the months I don't remember,
D
My winning hand went busted,
C
And my luck was now winding down.
[Verse 4]
G Em
In the southeast Texas setting sun,
C G
I sit surveying damage done,
D
We wish you luck and fortune hon,
C C
We're closing in an hour,
G Em
Backed up to the trinity,
C G
With no more road to run,
D C
No longer can I wander on alone on my own power.
[Chorus]
G Bm
And try to put the past behind,
C G
Perhaps it’s only in your mind,
Am C G D
They close the doors at nine at Channel Marker 17,
G Em G D C C
If pressure makes a diamond, babe, I still might come out clean.
[Outro]
G Em
Tejanos curse in Spanish,
C G
And a Cajun eyes the weather,
D C
There’s black mud on the belly of a yellow colt I ride,
G Em C G
Never thought I’d catch myself so calm out in the open,
D
As a gulf storm deals in bucket loads,
C
And hits from every side.
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