The Sounds Are Always Begging

intro C C)Wild guitars came from forests; plainly, woodsmen share a F calling. Flailing G form a chorus: Em harmonies of arbors F falling G And they play, C say Con- way, G and ring, my C girl sing, Em and plead and beg and F plead and beg and and beg and G plead and beg to be C heard and had and G carried F on. Without us, song is C nothing. My wife turned C crazy on me one day; started chopping up the F bed. Looked past G with gaping eyes. Em Left me too hard to be F scared. G She left, but C circled yard. All night she haunted the F home. The kids went G crazy, life was hard. Em sounds of rings: F G boom. And they play, C say Con- F)way, G and ring, my girl sing, Em and plead and beg and F plead and beg and plead and beg and G)plead beg to be C heard and had and Em carried F on. Without G us, song is C nothing. I taught the Em children to play piano, singing with sweet F voice. Music Em kept mom away. Melody fostered F choice, G and choice brought C us these days we have, choice brought us to our F rejoicing. Always G choose the noise of music.Em end the day F in sing- G)ing! And they C play, dont F they? G And ring, and everthing! Em And bounce and boil and F bounce and boil and bounce and boil, and G and beg to be C heard and had and Em carried F on. Without G us, song is C nothing.