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AND IT STONED ME
Van Morrison
[G]Half a mile from the [D]county fair, and the [C]rain came pouring [G]down
[G]Me and Billy [D]standing there with a [C]silver half a [G]crown
[G]Hands full of [D]fishing gear, and the [C]tackle on our [G]backs
[G]We just stood there [D]getting wet, with our [C]backs against the [G]fence
CHORUS
[Am]Oh, the [D]water
[Am]Oh, the [D]water
[Am]Oh, the [D]water[Em]
D (arpeggio)
Let it run all over me
[G]And it stoned me [C]to my soul[G]
[G]Stoned me just like [D]jelly roll
And it [Em]stoned [G]me
[G]And it stoned me [C]to my soul[G]
[G]Stoned me just [D]going home
And it [Em]stoned [G]me
And the rain let up, and the sun came out, we were getting dry
Almost glad a pickup truck nearly passed us by
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned and he dropped us up the road
We looked at the swim, and we jumped right in not to mention fishing poles
CHORUS
On the way back home we sang a song, but our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road with the sunshine in his eyes
Well he lived all alone in his own little home with a great big
gallon jar
There were bottles too, one for me and you, and he said "Hey there you are"
CHORUS
Peace, love, and soul,
Paul Zimmerman
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AND IT STONED ME
Van Morrison
[G]Half a mile from the [D]county fair, and the [C]rain came pouring [G]down
[G]Me and Billy [D]standing there with a [C]silver half a [G]crown
[G]Hands full of [D]fishing gear, and the [C]tackle on our [G]backs
[G]We just stood there [D]getting wet, with our [C]backs against the [G]fence
CHORUS
[Am]Oh, the [D]water
[Am]Oh, the [D]water
[Am]Oh, the [D]water[Em]
D (arpeggio)
Let it run all over me
[G]And it stoned me [C]to my soul[G]
[G]Stoned me just like [D]jelly roll
And it [Em]stoned [G]me
[G]And it stoned me [C]to my soul[G]
[G]Stoned me just [D]going home
And it [Em]stoned [G]me
And the rain let up, and the sun came out, we were getting dry
Almost glad a pickup truck nearly passed us by
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned and he dropped us up the road
We looked at the swim, and we jumped right in not to mention fishing poles
CHORUS
On the way back home we sang a song, but our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road with the sunshine in his eyes
Well he lived all alone in his own little home with a great big
gallon jar
There were bottles too, one for me and you, and he said "Hey there you are"
CHORUS
Peace, love, and soul,
Paul Zimmerman
