Chords for GOV'T MULE Patchwork Quilt (The Deepest End) Live In Concert

_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ Please welcome Taylor Fleck to the stage.
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_ _ _ _ So [C#m] please forgive _ me _ for _ [D]
putting [C#m] you in [Bm] my song. _ _
The spirit [F#m] she moves me, [E] _
_ [E] the fact she [F#m] pushes me [B] along.
_ [B] So that's where I quit all [E] of life, _ [D] I can't [A] stop the river, _ [D] _ _ _ [D] _ _ just let [E] it roll.
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[F#m] We were at Jones Beach, [E] we [A] got the word, [F#m] the sound, the sound that I've never heard.
We were in the snow, _ nobody could [B] play. _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] The ravens sang with [F#] us that night on [A] the stage.
[F#m] Tears of sadness, [E] tears [A] of rage, [F#m] nobody spoke.
[D] We all [A] fell [C] over _ _ _ [D] _ _
in [E] the rain. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ So [C#m] walk beside _ me, _ _ _ [D] walk above [A] me, I [Bm] don't know. _ _ _
_ [C#] These desert shores [A] say _
[E] I'm _ [F#m] lost wherever [B]
I go.
_ _ _ [F#m] God how could you [E] have heard [A] somebody say, [F#m] what do we do with [E] our lives now anyway?
[F#m] Now that our north star will no longer [B] be found.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] There's a banjo blue [E] with a tie [A]-dye sky, [F#m] _
hippest [F#] man from Davis [A] pride.
[F#m] Church bells ring, [A] there's a silver haired [B] angel in town.
_ _ _ _ [D] And the blood of this music [E] runs through the veins [F#] of my _ guitar.
Bright lines, _ [G] bright _ _ lines, _ _ _ [B] dark sun. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I never [C#m] knew _ you, _ _ _ [E] but then [A] who really [Bm] _ did? _
_ _ If you [F#m] were at all like [E] me, _ _ you'd [F#m] manage to keep yourself [B] _ _ here. _
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_ _ [E] _ _ Victor Woo!
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