Saving Grace

One time a (F#m)round the block,

two times a round the pot,

three times, don’t (F#m)cross your lit tle la dy.

So pret ty and, oh, so bold, got a (A)heart full of gold on a (E)lone ly road.

She say, “I don’t e ven (F#m)think that God can save me.”

Am I gain ing ground?

Am I los in’ face?

Am I lost and found, my sav in’ grace?

Thank ful for the (F#m)gift my an gels gave me.

Born a lone, we die a lone.

Now, I’m just sit tin’ here (E)by the phone

wait in’ for the (F#m)Lord to send my call in’.

Street wise from the bou le vard.

(A)Je sus on ly knows that she tries too hard.

She’s on ly try’n’ to (F#m)keep the sky from fall in’.

And an y man who says there’s (F#m)heav en and hell

prob ’ly got some thin’ (E)use less to sell.

You ask me if I’m (F#m)saved, but what’s it to (A)ya?

Blow a quar ter, cop (F#m)an oth er eighth.

You’re (A)run nin’ out of high.

You (E)los in’ your faith.

Just throw your hands (F#m)up and scream hal le lu (A)jah,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah, a (E)men.

One time a (F#m)round the sun, an (A)oth er year old er and my (E)work ain’t done.

It’s time for me to (F#m)write the fi nal chap ter.

Deal the cards and (F#m)roll the dice; sex, (A)drugs and rock and roll are my (E)on ly vice.

Try’n’ to fig ure (F#m)out just what’s here af ter,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah, a (E)men.