These chords are old but we shake hands Cause I believe that they're the good guys We can use all the help we can So many minor chords outside I fell
Your face was simple and your hands were naked I was singing without knowing the words But I started listening to the wolves in the timber Wolves in the timber at
Peter said to Paul you know all those words we wrote Are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go But now talking to God is Laurel