Driftwood

G D A G D A G D After three days of being lost at sea, A D I ran ashore to rocky beach. G D I met a girl with long brown hair, A D Living alone down Mailbox Road. G D She told me she had found happiness, A D Took a deep breath, and said, "I'll tell you my story." G D A year ago I left home, A D And I wasn't looking back... G D From a family of thirteen kids, A D Had a drunk for a dad, and nobody to save me. G D Had no money, so I stole a boat. A D Learned to sail and went up the coast. G D I had left this world behind, A D To get a fresh start, gonna take my time. G D On a fall day a storm rolled in, A A7 Crashed on these rocks and been here ever since. G D I built this home out of pieces of driftwood, A G Everything's provided and it comes from nothing. D In between these two you've got something, A If you close your eyes... G You can hear the music play. Fiddle Solo G D A D G D A G D I spent the night, and it turned to a week. A D I tried to leave, but my attempts to flee, G D Were met with waves crashing down on me. A D I waved goodbye to society. G D I never meant to stay so long, A D For years restrained under the Devil's thumb. G D Couldn't cross the river for the water's too high, A A7 Forging away I nearly lost my life. G D I built this home out of pieces of driftwood, A G Everything's provided and it comes from nothing. D In between these two you've got something, A If you close your eyes... G You can hear the music play. Guitar & Banjo Solo G D A D G D A G D A D G D A G D The winter had set in and I wanted to quit. A D Jump in that river to never surface. G A The kings will find the Coho in the trees. A D There's a look in you eye that never leaves. G D A window to the world is a new sunrise. A D For every low tide there's a Scoter in flight. G D Built a fire and I watched burn, A And then the moon came out... G And I understood. G D I built this home out of pieces of driftwood, A G Everything's provided and it comes from nothing. D In between these two you've got something, A If you close your eyes... G D I built this home out of pieces of driftwood, A G Everything's provided and it comes from nothing. D In between these two you've got something, A If you close your eyes... G You can hear the music play. G A D G A G A D A G A G A D A G D A D G A D A G A D G A D A G A G A D