Tony Joe White - Lake Placid Blues
[Am]At the time I was [G]too young for the m[Am]eaning
[Am]But it's become much c[G]learer through the [Am]years
[Am]We gathered ro[G]und the boy in his a[F]rmy clothes
Said good[Dm]bye and his m[Em]other shed her t[Am]ears
[Am]Every day she w[G]atched for the p[Am]ostman
[Am]But the long awaited l[G]etter was over[Am] due
[Am]It's not the s[G]ilence that ma[F]kes you crazy
It's the s[Dm]ound of a h[Em]eart breaking in [Am]two
[F]Then it c[G]ame across the[Am] ocean
It was [F]hard to under[G]stand the awful [Am]news
[F]I don't know [G]why I still re[Am]member
I g[Dm]uess it's just the [Em]Lake Placid [Am]Blues
I turned 18 and left that part of the country
Went down on the Padre Island coast
Of all the hard times I still remember
The repossession of the guitar hurt the most
The paupers stood in line outside the mission
And I huddled there beside them in the rain
A priest came to the door with empty eyes
I could see he no longer felt their pain
Some were searchin' for forgiveness
And others only wanted food
I needed more than I could ask for
There is no comfort with the Lake Placid Blues
It's hard to find good friends in a lifetime
You can usually count 'em on one hand
I shivered by the fire and the dawn was breakin'
And I scattered his ashes on the sand
And the silver cranes came over in formation
In a sacred manner they flew
And I will always remember
The sky, the Lake Placid Blues
[Am]At the time I was [G]too young for the m[Am]eaning
[Am]But it's become much c[G]learer through the [Am]years
[Am]We gathered ro[G]und the boy in his a[F]rmy clothes
Said good[Dm]bye and his m[Em]other shed her t[Am]ears
[Am]Every day she w[G]atched for the p[Am]ostman
[Am]But the long awaited l[G]etter was over[Am] due
[Am]It's not the s[G]ilence that ma[F]kes you crazy
It's the s[Dm]ound of a h[Em]eart breaking in [Am]two
[F]Then it c[G]ame across the[Am] ocean
It was [F]hard to under[G]stand the awful [Am]news
[F]I don't know [G]why I still re[Am]member
I g[Dm]uess it's just the [Em]Lake Placid [Am]Blues
I turned 18 and left that part of the country
Went down on the Padre Island coast
Of all the hard times I still remember
The repossession of the guitar hurt the most
The paupers stood in line outside the mission
And I huddled there beside them in the rain
A priest came to the door with empty eyes
I could see he no longer felt their pain
Some were searchin' for forgiveness
And others only wanted food
I needed more than I could ask for
There is no comfort with the Lake Placid Blues
It's hard to find good friends in a lifetime
You can usually count 'em on one hand
I shivered by the fire and the dawn was breakin'
And I scattered his ashes on the sand
And the silver cranes came over in formation
In a sacred manner they flew
And I will always remember
The sky, the Lake Placid Blues
