Quicksand

Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Bbm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 From the west Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Where the sun is setting Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Comes a caravan, led by a man Gm7 Am7 Dm C Dm Bb And I think he’s heading, heading for us Bb G And raising the dust G Gm7 Bb His obedient flock Bb G Who worships his stock G Bb Now he says what he’ll do Bb Gm7 Will dazzle us too G Bb7 ‘Cause he’s taking this land Bb Gm7 Abmaj7 Dbmaj7 Cm7 And turning it into quicksand Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Pardon me Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 I thought that you were joking Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Should I know, that it’s so Gm7 Am7 Simply ‘cause you’ve spoken Bm7 Gm7 Spoken the word Bb G Strangest I’ve heard A Dm7 Gm Say what we must do Gm Is listen to you Gm Em ‘Cause our future depends G Gm On you and your friends G Bb And you’re making your stand Gm7 Cm And then go deep in the quicksand Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Bb7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 You’ll be saved F7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 This is what you’re thinking Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Your neckline shows, heaven knows Gm7 Dm7 You sure as hell are sinking Bm7 Am7 Gm7 Sinking away Gm7 Bm7 You might want to pray G Em Or go with a smile Bb Bm7 Gm7 If that’s your style Gm7 Bbm7 But do say goodbye Gm7 Dm7 You needn’t be shy Gm Bb Gm7 I’d give a hand, Gm7 Abmaj7 Db7 Cm7 but I’m with you in this quicksand (Instr with vocalizing and fade out) Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7 Gm7 Dm7 Fm7 Cm7