Just Doin Your Thing

B A E

        B                  A                            E
I was a poor boy papa when you decided you would make me wealthy
           B                           A                                   E
I had the sickness in my bones, I was sure enough far from home, you make me healthy yeah yeah
        B                           A                      E
I was rejected, dejected, uncorrected, unprotected, defected from my people
         B                                A                          E
I was contriving, cliff diving, capsizing, no freedom rising from that deep hole

         B       A         E
But You made me free, and I must sing
     B       A             E
You baptized me just doin' Your thing

          B                                A                                E
I had the feeling all along that there was somethin' peering strong over my shoulder
           B                                  A                             E
And it got closer through the years, through abandonment and tears as I got older, yes it did
            B                                   A                          E
Hitchhiking through the wilderness, and bearing all my consequence I was a stranger
              B                             A                          E
You picked me up on sixty-six and met me with love and kindness instead of anger

           B
Now it’s a quarter ‘til the clock strikes, and hopefully the shock might
A
Hit you like a rock fight or like a butcher’s block might
E
Quick as lightning shock kite comes the key to lock tight
The door on which he knock right now until it’s not night
B                                            A
 Everybody walk tight rope until their chalk white, hopes are wiped away by the wind
       E
If the devil’s your friend you got a burden on your back, And some poison in your blood
         B                                        A
It’s our burden to unpack, leave it behind in the mud
                               E
Click clack goes the old smoke stack and when it leaves
It ain’t never coming back, so you best be ready when the train comes steady
B                                   A
 It’s rollin’ heavy ‘round the bends, get on board my friend
E
 For the land of Lord cause the levee’s gonna break, in the end

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