The Cool, Cool River

F#m
Moves like a fist through traffic
Anger and no one can heal it
Shoves a little bump into the momentum
                                        G#m
It's just a little lump but you feel it
       A           G#m    F#m  G#m A G#m F#m G#m
In the creases and the shadows
       A             G#m F#m G#m A G#m F#m
With a rattling deep emotion
    G#m  A G#m  F#m  G#m A G#m F#m
The cool,  cool ri- -ver
G#m        A     G#m    F#m  G#m A G#m
Sweeps the wild, white ocean

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Yes Boss. The government handshake
Yes Boss. The crusher of language
Yes Boss. Mr. Stillwater,
                                    F#m G#m
The face at the edge of the banquet
    A    G#m    F#m  G#m   A  G#m F#m
The cool,   the cool ri- -ver
    G#m  A G#m F#m  G#m   A  G#m F#m11
The cool,  the cool ri- -ver

    Eadd9add11/B F#m/A  D/A   A   D/A   A  Eadd9add11/B
I believe in the future I may live   in my car
         F#m/A    D/A A    D/A A     Eadd9add11/B
My radio tuned to the voice     of a star
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
F#m/A                          D/A          A D/A A Eadd9add11/B
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
                              F#m/A
And these old hopes and fears
            D/A  A D/A A F#m
Still at my side

F#m
Anger and no one can heal it
Slides through the metal detector
Lives like a mole in a motel
A slide in a slide projector
    G#m  A G#m F#m  G#m   A  G#m F#m
The cool,      cool ri- -ver
G#m   A    G#m         F#m   G#m A G#m F#m G#m A
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
    G#m     F#m  G#m   A      G#m F#m G#m
The rage of love turns inward
   A       G#m  F#m    G#m A G#m F#m
To prayers of devotion
And these prayers are
The constant road across the wilderness
These prayers are
                      F#m G#m A G#m  F#m G#m A    G#m F#m G#m A G#m
These prayers are the memory                   of God
    F#m G#m A G#m F#m
The memory            of God

        Eadd9add11/B  F#m/A
And I believe in the  future
D/A     A D/A       A       Eadd9add11/B
We shall     suffer no more
                F#m/A    D/A
Maybe not in my lifetime
       A    D/A A       Eadd9add11/B
But in yours     I feel sure
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
F#m/A                           D/A          A D/A A Eadd9add11/B
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
            D
And these streets
            A
Quiet as a sleeping army
           E7/G#              A      D/A
Send their battered dreams to heaven,   to heaven
                 E/B      A
For the mother's restless son
                              D/A
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
                    E/B A
Who denies his urge to  break and run

Who says: Hard times?
                 D/A
I'm used to them
The speeding planet burns
I'm used to that
                    E/B     A
My life's so common it disappears
             D/A
And sometimes   even music
             E/B     A
Cannot substitute for tears
Пол Саймон
"The Rhythm Of The Saints", 1990