Shelter From the Storm

[Intro] 
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[Sloka 1] 
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'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood 
     E               B          A 
When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud 
E                  B             A 
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form 
     E                       B    A                E 
Come in, she said, I'll give ya   shelter from the storm 
 
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[Sloka 2] 
       E                B        A           E 
And if I pass this way again you can rest assured 
     E            B                A 
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word 
     E                   B                     A 
In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm 
     E                       B    A                E 
Come in, she said, I'll give ya   shelter from the storm 
 
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[Sloka 3] 
      E                B                   A               E 
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved 
E                  B                   A 
  Everything up to that point had been left unresolved 
E          B                       A 
  Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm 
     E                       B      A              E 
Come in, she said, I'll give ya   shelter from the storm 
 
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[Sloka 4] 
E                       B         A               E 
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail 
E                 B                A 
  Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail 
E               B            A 
  Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn 
     E                       B    A                E 
Come in, she said, I'll give ya   shelter from the storm 
 
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[Sloka 5] 
E            B                 A                E 
  Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there 
     E                B                 A 
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair 
    E                  B              A 
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns 
     E                       B    A                E 
Come in, she said, I'll give ya   shelter from the storm 
 
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[Sloka 6] 
E                    B         A                      E 
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost 
E                   B           A 
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed 
E                     B               A 
Just to think that it all began on an uneventful morn 
     E                       B    A                E 
Come in, she said, I'll give ya   shelter from the storm 
 
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[Sloka 7] 
          E               B                  A                  E 
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount 
    E              B                  A 
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts 
        E             B         A 
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn 
     E                       B    A                E 
Come in, she said, I'll give ya   shelter from the storm 
 
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[Sloka 8] 
E                   B              A               E 
I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove 
    E            B               A 
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love 
     E               B                    A 
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn 
     E                  B         A                E 
Come in, she said, I'll give ya   shelter from the storm 
 
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[Sloka 9] 
     E              B             A              E 
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes 
  E                B              A 
I bargained for salvation and she gave me a lethal dose 
  E             B            A 
I offered up my innocence, I got repaid with scorn 
     E                       B     A                E 
Come in, she said, I'll give ya    shelter from the storm 
 
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[Sloka 10] 
          E                   B               A                  E 
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line 
E              B                 A 
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine 
           E         B                      A 
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born 
     E                       B     A                E 
Come in, she said, I'll give ya    shelter from the storm 
 
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