Oh
oh
You heard the news, sweet child
I've slaughtered all them swines
I left it burnin'
Gone to New York
There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
There was a rabble
And I was weak for [Dm7]a while
I'll never be [Am]as good as you [A7so
I got [Fm7]a ɾide and
I hitched out for [Dm7]new yards
There will be [Am]no more violence in the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my [A]ɾoots?
It's aching each time that I think of you
I wish for [Dm7]a better day to [C7]come around
Wanna shake my [A]hands down
Show you [A7what you [A7found (oh)
I wish for [Dm7]a better day to [C7]come around
So put a gun to [C7]the thunder inside of my [A]head
Oh
Oh
You heard the news, sweet child
The world is mad, we're ɾunnin' wild
Hop on [C7]ɾide and
Get off at New York
There will be [Am]no more violence in the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord
I wish there'd been another way
Wish there'd been another way
Wish I'd stayed, but
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my [A]ɾoots?
It’s aching each time that I think of you
I wish for [Dm7]a better day to [C7]come around
Wanna shake my [A]hands down
Show you [A7what you [A7found (oh)
I wish for [Dm7]a better day to [C7]come around
So put a gun to [C7]the thunder inside of my [A]head (oh)
Where will I dig my [A]ɾoots? (Oh)
Where will I dig my [A]ɾoots?
