The Great Mystery


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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