Intro: Bb Eb Bb F (x2)

Verse 1:
Bb                     Eb         Bb                         F        Bb
  Eighteen years old, full of hate, they shipped me off in a motorcade
                            Eb      Bb                                       F         Bb
They said boy you're gonna fight a war, and you don't even know what you're fighting for
                       Eb     Bb                           F         Bb
I lost friends in the August heat, at night it was God I'd always meet
                        Eb       Bb                             F         Bb
I said Lord, won't you bring me home, I got women in the west I wanna hold

Verse 2:
                 Eb       Bb                              F        Bb
I lost you in a waiting room, after sleeping there for a week or two
                    Eb     Bb                               F            Bb
Doctor said he did all he could, you were the last thing I had that was good
                           Eb    Bb                                F       Bb
So I walked miles on the Tulsa street, lights started beaming in from the east
                  Eb     Bb                       F         Bb
6 a.m. and xxxxxx up again, asking God where the hell he'd been

Interlude: Bb

Chorus:
            Eb                 Bb                      F              Gm
He said the sun's gonna rise tomorrow, somewhere on the east side of sorrow
Eb                     Bb                   F                         Gm
Better pack your bags west, stick out your chest and then hit the road
     Eb                Bb                      F              Gm
The sun's gonna rise tomorrow, somewhere on the east side of sorrow
  Eb                       Bb            F              Gm
Don't give it a reason to follow, let it be then let it go
       Eb Bb F             Gm
Let it be...   then let it go

Instrumental:
   Eb Bb F  Gm
   Bb  Eb Bb F

Verse 3:
Bb                                       Eb        Bb                                               F      Bb
Heard your brother lost his mind in the city last fall, was it his blood, or his conscience, or the alcohol?
                                   Eb        Bb                                         F         Bb
Did the Navy do him well or did he wind up sick, like every other brave boy from these run down sticks?
                          Eb      Bb                                              F        Bb
Do you ever get tired of singin' songs, like all your pain is just another xxxxxx' sing along?
                           Eb       Bb                                               F        Bb
If you ever get the time come on home, I heard Turnpike's back together and they're writin' songs

Chorus:
            Eb                 Bb                      F              Gm
He said the sun's gonna rise tomorrow, somewhere on the east side of sorrow
Eb                     Bb                   F                         Gm
Better pack your bags west, stick out your chest and then hit the road

Instrumental: Eb Bb F Gm (x2)

Chorus:
     Eb                 Bb                       F              Gm
The sun's gonna rise tomorrow, somewhere on the east side of sorrow
       Eb                   Bb             F              Gm
Don't give it a reason to follow, let it be then let it go
       Eb  Bb  F             Gm
Let it be...   then let it go
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