Ronnie Hawkins - Home From The Forest by Misc Unsigned Bands

Home From The Forest:Ronnie Hawkins.
#29 in 1970.

#1.
D                                          G
Oh, the neon lights were flashing, and the icy wind
    D
did blow.
          F#m        Bm     A              G
The water seeped in..to his shoes, and the drizzle 
          D
turned to snow.
    G                  D
His eyes were red, his hopes were dead and the 
Bm               F#
wine was running low..
        G            A              D
and the old man came home..from the forest.

#2.
D                                    G               D
His tears fell on the sidewalk as he stumbled in the street.
        F#m   Bm         A         G                 D
A dozen faces stopped to stare but no one stopped to speak.
        G            D               Bm             F#
For his castle was a hallway and the bottle was his friend..
        G                A            D
and the old man stumbled in..from the forest.

#3.
D                                  G                D
Up a dark and dingy staircase, the old man made his way..
    F#m    Bm              A      G             D
his ragged coat around him as up..on his cot he lay.
       G               D                 Bm            F#
And he wondered how it happened, that he ended up this way..
        G           A            D
getting lost like a fool..in the forest.

#4.
D                               G            D
And as he lay there sleeping, a vision did appear.
         F#m    Bm         A       G      D
Upon his mantle shining..a face of one so dear..
        G                D               Bm             F#
who had loved him in the Springtime of a long forgotten year..
         G               A             D
when the wildflowers did bloom..in the forest.

#5.
D                                        G                 D
She touched his grizzled fingers and she called him by his name.
    F#m     Bm               A        G                 D
And then he heard the joyful sound of children at their games..
      G              D           Bm             F#
in an old house on a hillside in some forgotten town,
          G          A              D
where the river runs down..from the forest.

#6.
D                                     G               D
With a mighty roar the big jets soar above the canyon streets.
        F#m     Bm                A           G          D 
And the con men con but life goes on, for the city never sleeps.
           G             D            Bm                F#
And for an old forgotten soldier, the dawn will come no more..
        G                A              D
for the old man has come home..from the forest.

OUTRO:
D        G                A              D
Yes, the old man has come home..from the forest.


A seventies smash from Kraziekhat.

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