The Great Mystery           

 

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  G                                          C                                G                                            D

I don't want to meet him at the crossroads, Uh uh.  I don't want to sell my soul for fame.

  G                                     C           G                    D                   G                      Em

I don't want to hit it big in Vegas.   Don't want to be on the big screen, high on cocaine

  G                   D                           G                                

I don't want to trouble with these things.

 

(Short Break) G C G D G D G

 

G                                C                                 G                                   D

Yes Sir, I believe in a Great Mystery, whose names are too many to recite.

 G                                                       C

Yes I sin, I like my homegrown, and whiskey, I get frisky…,

            G                  D                           G                  Em        G                    D                      G

and go rolling in the hay with my good wife.    Dear Lord,     Forgive me, I know I’ll pay a price.

 

G                        C                               G                                                    D

I was born in 1957, Elvis was King!   Went to school fearing world war three...

G                                              C                                               G             D              G              Em

I prayed and I got down, I was underneath my desk, Oh send angels to take away all the bad people,

G                   D                          G           

turn 'em into who they ought to be.

 

C                      G                                        C           

How about you? It seems to me, there’s a whole lot more than meets the eye,

          G                                   Am                                  Em

Much more than we can see.  Silently the heavens are shining on me,

C                                        D

holding the secrets, of the Great Mystery.

 

(Break) G C G D G C G D G D G

 

G                                    C                                                G                                                    D

Politicians talking pretty stories, "Say, vote for me!" And on the money it says “In God we Trust”.

 G                                         C                                                           G                         D             G

Seems all they trust is filthy lucre, don’t you know, because they're drunk on it, and for it they lust,

         Em                    G                           D                            G

Dear Lord, And they wonderin' why the poor man likes the dust?  I don't know.

 

C                      G                                        C           

How about you? It seems to me, there’s a whole lot more than meets the eye,

             G                         Am                                 Em

Like the hand of destiny.  Silently the heavens are shining on me,

C                                        D

holding the secrets, of the Great Mystery.

C                       G                                       C           

How about you? It seems to me, there’s a whole lot more than meets the eye,

          G                                  Am                                  Em

Much more than we can see. Silently the heavens are shining on me,

C                                          D

no telling the secrets, of the Great Mystery.

 

Break (G C G D G D G)

 

G                                     C                               G                                                  D

When I meet you on the mountain someday... Turn this world's evil to dust and clay...

                 G                                            C                                 G               D                      G

When the children of the future find our fossil, they'll say hey, imagine, it used to be that way,

         Em          G              D                      G

Dear Lord, say imagine it used to be that way.

         Em                  G              D                      G

Dear Lord, they say imagine it used to be that way.

 

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