Babylon

Babylon Am F Am F Am F The sweetest sound I've ever heard Am F Was the wind on the corn seven miles from town Am F The holiest thing I've ever seen Am F G Was the deer on the plains past the garden gate Am F The highest thinking I ever knew Am F I heard in the fields ankle deep in mud Am F You tugged at your cap and you said to me Am F G If God works with his hands, I'm a holy man Dm Em Am G I will come over the hill someday Am G F G Back to the shores of the Georgian bay Dm Em Am G I will get over to you someway F Away from the big city cons G F G Away from the streets and beyond this Am F Am F Babylon, Babylon Am F Down here they have talkers and strategy makers Am F Goal orientation and drive motivation Am F These guys they got weapons, live ammunition Am F G They'll toss you right over that cutting edge Am F When I grow too weary and the nights get too long Am F When I've had my fill of these dirty boulevards Am F I picture your face, your smile in my mind Am F G Faith comes alive 'til I'm back by your side Dm Em Am G I will come over the hill someday Am G F G Back to the shores of the Georgian bay Dm Em Am G I will get over to you someway F Away from the big city cons G F G Away from the streets and beyond this Am F Am F Am F Am Babylon, Babylon, Babylon, Babylon F