A Hands on the wheelF# My old lady would sayA Of course they areF7M A Of course they are not on youA Mountains form a wallF# Along the wayA The moss covers the fieldsF7M F#m F# Where once lava drained awayD F# And from where I standB5 E Black is the color of the sandD B5 And that’s where your footprintsE A Where stamped yesterday( A F# )A Eyes of the roadF# My old lady would sayA Of course they areF7M F#m A Of course they are not on youA F# Waterfalls look like bridges and their veilsE A lighthouse and some spousesF7M F#m F# Welcome home those who sailed awayD F# And from where I standB5 E Black is the color of the sandD B5 And that’s where your footprintsE A Where stamped yesterdayA Hands on the wheelF# My old lady would sayA Of course they areF# Of course they are not on youD F# And from where I standB5 E Black is the color of the sandD B5 And that’s where your footprintsE A Where stamped yesterdayD B5 And that’s where your footprintsE A Where stamped yesterdayD F# And from where I standB5 E Black is the color of the sandD B5 And that’s where your footprintsE A Where stamped yesterdayD B5 And that’s where your footprintsE A Where stamped yesterday
Black Sand
Lucas Mayer
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