A# D# A# Eighteen years old, full of hate F A# They shipped me off in a motorcade D# A# They said, "Boy, you're gonna fight a war F A# You don't even know what you're fighting for" I lost friends in the August heat At night it was God I'd always meet I said, "Lord, won't you bring me home? I've got women in the West I wanna hold" And I lost you in a waitin' room After sleepin' there for a week or two Doctor said he did all he could You were the last thing I had that was good So I walked miles on the Tulsa streets Light started beamin' in from the east 6 AM and fucked up again Askin' God where the hell He'd been Chorus: D# A# He said the sun's gonna rise tomorrow F Gm Somewhere on the east side of sorrow D# A# You better pack your bags west F Stick out your chest Gm And then hit the road D# A# The sun's gonna rise tomorrow F Gm Somewhere on the east side of sorrow D# A# Don't give it a reason to follow F Gm Let it be, then let it go D# A# F Gm Let it be then let it go Heard your brother lost his mind in the city last fall Was it his blood, or his conscience, or the alcohol? Did the Navy do him well or did he wind up sick Like every other brave boy from these run down sticks? Do you ever get tired of singin' songs Like all your pain is just another fuckin' sing along? If you ever get the time come on home I heard Turnpike's back together and they're ritin' songs Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# D# F Gm |