Rivers Run From Many Waters
By Owen Temple
3/27/2010
Drop D Tuning
D G D
My great grandfather was a rake and a rambler
D A
Good with the women but not a good gambler
D G D
Bet away a fortune, and lost a family business
D A D
Deep in East Texas, he died with no witness
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Bm D A D
A son of a son, a father of fathers
Bm D A D
Rivers run from many waters
My grandfather could be called a free thinker
A poet, a painter, a pretty heavy drinker
He'd show me his workshop on Galveston Island
We'd go watch the ocean, he was a kind man
Chorus
Fiddle solo
My father tells me, that he's born again
Says he's not lonely 'cause Jesus is a good friend
Dad comes to visit and we get to talkin'
Get past the tension when he first walks in
Chorus
I can hear him when he wakes up and I fix his breakfast
Take him on school days, help him to get dressed
Everyday he's bigger, learning all that he can
Says he'll be a daddy when he's a grown man
Chorus