Taught To Be Proud

Em C D G I was taught to be proud of where I come from C D Em A And I'm so sad that I'm the only one. Em C D G Like a cold preacher boy talking only to himself C D A A A How did he think that he got to promised lands? Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm going, Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing. I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here, But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears. D C Gone, gone, gone, G D Not gone for long, D C G D If you're taught to be proud of where you come from. Gone, gone, gone, Not gone for long, If you're taught to be proud of where you come from. Em C D G It's hard to be cool when you're playing for the prophets; C D Em A They really know if you got it or you lost it. Em C D G I'll sing this song but I don't know where it came from, C D A A A Reminds me of a mountainside to stand upon and gently hum. Sometimes I'm confused I don't know where I'm going, Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing. And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here, But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.