By Cross Canadian Ragweed
Written by Cody Canada, Wade Bowen
rmofle at satx.rr.com
10/15/2005
I'll [Em]proclaim you to the father
[D]If you proclaim me to the [Em]people
My [Em]father said "church it's in your heart son"
[D]You don't always need a [Em]steeple
A [D]preacher's truths aren't [Em]always shown
If you [D]follow a heart make [Em]sure it's your own
[Em]One man's lifted into Heaven
[D]One man's cast into [Em]Hell
[Em]First man's beliefs are the second man's prison
The [D]second man's beliefs are the first man's [Em]jail
[D]To be or [Em]not to be
[D]Born to decide what will [Em]set you free
cho:
[G]When it's said and [D]done
[A]Sit back and watch the [Em]show
[G]When it all goes [D]down
There [A]ain't nobody knows
Solo
I got something on my mind I can't ignore
I gotta tell you all the truth
The devil comes rappin' at my back door
Sometimes i don't know what to do
I see the light and it starts to fade
It blasts my eyes and I turn away
Chorus
Bridge:
The [A]offer's on the table, the [Em]pen's in my hand
The [D]Devil thinks she's got a [Em]deal
Temp[A]tation road may be [Em]paved in gold
But the [B]gravel one is better my friend
Chorus
Written by Cody Canada, Wade Bowen
rmofle at satx.rr.com
10/15/2005
I'll [Em]proclaim you to the father
[D]If you proclaim me to the [Em]people
My [Em]father said "church it's in your heart son"
[D]You don't always need a [Em]steeple
A [D]preacher's truths aren't [Em]always shown
If you [D]follow a heart make [Em]sure it's your own
[Em]One man's lifted into Heaven
[D]One man's cast into [Em]Hell
[Em]First man's beliefs are the second man's prison
The [D]second man's beliefs are the first man's [Em]jail
[D]To be or [Em]not to be
[D]Born to decide what will [Em]set you free
cho:
[G]When it's said and [D]done
[A]Sit back and watch the [Em]show
[G]When it all goes [D]down
There [A]ain't nobody knows
Solo
I got something on my mind I can't ignore
I gotta tell you all the truth
The devil comes rappin' at my back door
Sometimes i don't know what to do
I see the light and it starts to fade
It blasts my eyes and I turn away
Chorus
Bridge:
The [A]offer's on the table, the [Em]pen's in my hand
The [D]Devil thinks she's got a [Em]deal
Temp[A]tation road may be [Em]paved in gold
But the [B]gravel one is better my friend
Chorus
