Gm
Ahh
Gm D7 Gm
Well, I'm alive like a sprouting seed, like the deepest roots of an ancient tree
Gm D7 Gm
I did not come here for the bread, no, I have come to wake the dead
Gm
They'll say tell us Jack what have you seen, where will you go, now what does it mean
D7 Gm
Come on boys, you got to do it right, pray to the moon in the middle of the night
Gm
Come on Jack, what do you know, what have you seen, where will you go
D7 Gm
Come on boys, I got to tell you true, I'm a stranger here just like you
Gm C7 D7
I get high as the morning sky, this song I sing will never die
Gm C7 D7
I get low as a gravel road, in a thousand tongues my story's told
Gm D7 Gm
Whoa, Whoa, whoa
I'm throwing heat like a funeral pyre, we can get along like a house on fire