When I was back there in seminary school There was a person there Who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer You cannot petition the lord with prayer! Am Am/G Am/F Am/E Can you give me sanctuary Am Am/G Am/F Am/E I must find a place to hide Am Dm7 E7 Am A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 Champion sax and a girl named Sandy Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 There's only four ways to get unraveled Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 G#maj7 One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 One is a bandit up in the hills Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 One is to love your neighbor 'till His wife gets home C Dm7 Em7 F Catacombs, nursery bones C F Em7 Dm7 Winter women, growing stones C Dm7 Em7 F C F Em7 Dm7 Carrying babies to the river C Dm7 Em7 F Streets and shoes, Avenues C F Em7 Dm7 Letter writers, Selling news C Dm7 Em The monk bought lunch Em Ha ha, he bought a little Em Yes, he did Em Woo! Em This is the best part of the trip Em This is the trip, the best part Em I really like Em What'd he say? Em Yeah! Em Yeah, right! Em Pretty good, huh Em Huh! Em Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number Em Successful hills are here to stay A Em Everything must be this way Em Gentle streets where people play A Em Welcome to the Soft Parade A Em All our lives we sweat and save B Em Building for a shallow grave A Em Must be something else we say B Em Somehow to defend this place A Em Everything must be this way B Em Everything must be this way, yeah Em The Soft Parade has now begun A Em Listen to the engines hum Em People out to have some fun A B A cobra on my left B Em Leopard on my right, yeah Em The deer woman in a silk dress A Em Girls with beads around their necks Em Kiss the hunter of the green vest A Who has wrestled before B Em With lions in the night Em Out of sight! The lights are getting brighter The radio is moaning Calling to the dogs There are still a few animals Left out in the yard But it's getting harder To describe Sailors To the underfed Tropic corridor Tropic treasure What got us this far To this mild equator? We need someone or something new Something else to get us through, yeah, come on Calling on the dogs Calling on the dogs Oh, it's getting harder, (Calling on the dogs) Calling in the dogs Calling all the dogs Calling on the gods You got to meet me, (Too late, baby) Slay a few animals At the crossroads, (Too late) All in the yard But it's getting harder, (By the crossroads) You got to meet me Oh, we're going, we're going great At the edge of town Tropic corridor Tropic treasure Having a good time Got to come along What got us this far To this mild equator? Outskirts of the city You and I We need someone new Something new Something else to get us through Better bring your gun Better bring your gun Tropic corridor Tropic treasure We're going to ride and have some fun When all else fails We can whip the horse's eyes And make them sleep And cry | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am Am7 A#m C Dm Dm7 E Em E7 Em7 F G Gm G#m G#maj7 Gm7 G#m7 B |