[Refrão]
G                         C  
Storms never last, do they baby?  
D                           G  
Bad times all pass with the wind.  
G                            C  
Your hand in mine stills the thunder,  
D                        G  
You make the sun want to shine. 
  

Verse 1: 
  G                                C  
I followed you down so many roads, baby.  
  D                                         G  
I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs,  
    G                                C  
And every road we took, God knows our search was for the truth,  
        D                               G  
And the storms brewing now won't be the last.  
  
	  
Chorus  
  
(Harmonica Solo)  
  
Chorus