G Em D Well, I met the seventh son A He came for everyone G Em D A The day he heard the lighting in the field G Em D I heard him clear his throat A A fork within the road G Em D A That night the Tallahatchie took the wheel Em I’ve been throwing knives G D To see just where they land Em G A Now my world is in your hands Chorus: D Am Em D Send in the congregation Am Em D Open your eyes, step in the light Am Em D A jukebox generation Am Em Just as you were The voice upon the stage Is the heart inside a cage And it's singing like a bluebird in the round There’s mystery in this wood And ghosts within these roots That are tangled deep beneath this Southern Ground I’ve been going through life Making foolish plans Now my world is in your hands Chorus: Send in the congregation Open your eyes, step in the light A jukebox generation Just as you were, right? A Just as you were Just as you were, alright! D And you need blind faith No false hope No false hope Do you have blind faith? F No false hope G No false hope D Where is your blind faith? F No false hope G No false hope D F Open your eyes, open your eyes G Step into the light Chorus: Open your eyes, step into the light The sound becomes congregation A congregation A congregation Yeah And they're singing like a bluebird in the round | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am D Em F G |