I Believe You by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 F | C | | Am F So, doesn't matter what I saw, doesn't matter what I see, C I believe you. Am F No, I won't believe my eyes, the pictures that deceive me, C I believe you. Am F Though there are questions in my mind, I'm either blind, or C I believe you. Am F So, doesn't matter what I saw, doesn't matter what I see, C I believe you. Em Am F C It happens when I rise with the light against my eyes. Em Am F G | | Its a promise I can keep when I lay me down to sleep. C Am Though there are moments I may fall, F C I face them all when I believe you. Am No, doesn't happen every time, F C | | And so I climb 'cuz I believe you. Em Am F C There, in the pit of my despair I feel you there. Em Am F G | | I don't question when I'm thrown, I'm not alone, I'm not alone. C Am So, doesn't matter what I saw, F C Doesn't matter what I see, I believe you. Am F Woe to the brazen heart of iron, to the hearth of fire, C | | And I believe you. | | Am | F | C | Am F Go to the edges of the field, the broken desert floor, and C I believe you. Am F No I've cast away my fear, I've cast away my sorrow, and C | | Am | F | C | I believe you. Am F So, doesn't matter what I saw, doesn't matter what I see, C | | I believe you.

Its So Hard When Its Easy by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 A E | A | D Its so hard when its easy. I know what everybody's told me. A E Workin' hard may get you nothin', but its own reward. A I'm no stranger t'all the huffin'. D Surely nothin' comes from nothin'. A E A And when its easy a little somethin' is a whole lot more. E A A little somethin' is always so much more. D A I awaken Sunday morning to a rustlin' in my kitchen. F#m D E I can't remember the prior evenin' what walked through my door. A D Its so hard when its easy, what everybody tells me. A E A But when its easy a little somethin' is a whole lot more. A | D | A | E | A I'm not a stranger t'all the huffin', D But surely nothin' comes from nothin', A E A And when its easy a little somethin' is a whole lot more. C# D I know lonely is a habit. I seen heartache creep like a spider. C# B E She hides inside the closets along the floorboards. A I smell coffee and day old muffins. D I see the pillows could use some fluffin'. A E D Surely nothin' comes from nothin' and nothin' more. A E A D | A E | A But when its easy a little somethin' is so much more.

May Be Walking in the Rain by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 D | G | D | | Take my time, I'm walking home. G D | | This time may be walking in the rain. Leave myself a chance to think it over G D | | 'Fore getting all involved or walking out again. A G Sometimes I come walking into quiet. A G Sometimes I can hear it 'round the back side. D Take my time, I'm walking home. G D | | | G | D | | This time may be walking in the rain. She don't think I hear the crying. G D | | I hear her crying every morning. G He don't care that I can see the paper bags D | | And the empty bottles. A G I don't think they care about who's knowing. A G I don't have a place to go that's different. D Take my time, I'm walking home. G D | | | G | D | | This time may be walking in the rain. Bm D Bm D I don't mind the rain. No, I don't mind the rain. G A | | I don't care much for the walking, but I don't mind the rain. D | G | D | | | G | D | | A G I do appreciate your offer, A G But I'm not looking for a hitch hike. D Take my time, I'm walking home. G D | | | G | D | | This time may be walking in the rain.

Mississippi Grey by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 C | D | G | | D G | | | | Won't you keep my picture if they tell you I am gone. Em C D | | | | Won't you tell my story so my mem'ry carries on. Em D C | | Won't you hold me close to you, my hand upon your breast. G Em D | | Don't you see they're taken, all the best? C D G | | | | I am sworn to join the rest. D G | | | | Gone to join Bill Lowry's boys at the University. Em C D | | | | Finished up my studies there December, 1860. Em D C | | Headed to Virginia in the charge of General Lee. G Em D | | Says they'll make a rifleman of me. C D G | | | | I suppose we'll wait and see. Em C G | | And I never spent a fortnight marching on these heels. D | | Never spent a day far from these fields. C G Em C | | I am leaving you my honor dear. I'm taken far away. G Em D C D G | | | | Wouldn't be my honor if I stay. Sworn to join, 'Mississippi Grey.' G | | D | G | | | | | Em | C | D | | | | Em D C | | I survived the first Manassas, now I stand in Pickett's line, G C D | | Hoping I'll see Oxford one more time. C D G | | | | Forever Oxford in my mind. Em C G | | I would spend another fortnight marching on these heels D | | To walk again through Mississippi fields. C G Em C | | I leave my fallen body on this Pennsylvania day, G Em D Christened on a battlefield it lays C D G | | | | There among the Mississippi Grey. C G Em C | | I am leaving you my honor dear. I'm taken far away. G Em D C D G | | C | D | G | | Wouldn't be my honor if I stay. Forever your's, 'Mississippi Grey.'

Carelessly by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 E G# A B I'm closing up the windows. I'm locking down the doors. E G# A B I'm taking out the blankets, and covering the floorboards. A G# A B I'm storing my provisions for whatever winter brings, E G# A B | E | | Before the spring. Maybe early spring. G# A B The last time I saw her she was with another man E G# A B There in the shadows, Holding both his hands. A G# A B I never noticed how she raised up on her toes. E G# A B E | | And that's how it goes, I suppose. That's how it goes. C#m A E B An extra cord of firewood. A second tank of oil. G# A F#m A B Eight pounds in the freezer if dry goods in the pantry spoil. E G# A B And it isn't unexpected of a woman young and free E G# A B | E | | To live so carelessly. She lives so carelessly. C#m | A | E | B | G# A I was hoping she might need me, F#m A B 'cause she lives so carelessly. E G# A B I wouldn't take my chances when the wind blows from Ontario. E G# A B That I know, but she lives so carelessly, E G# A | B | E | | And that I know, she lives so carelessly.

A Picture on my Arm by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 Bb | | C | | | F C | Dm | Bb | F | C | That ain't really armageddon, Dm | Bb | C | F C | Its just a picture on my arm. Dm | Bb | F | C | Bb | | C | F C | I can't say where this is headin'. Dm | Bb | F | C | I may never be a soldier. Dm | Bb | C | F C | That's a picture on my arm. Dm | Bb | F | C | Bb | | C | F C | I can feel its gettin' colder. CHORUS Am | | Bb | | Am | | Bb | ' F | Its only on my skin Where the needle's goin' in. A | | Bb | | | | C | | | F C | I don't see the disadvantage where everybody's been. Dm | Bb | F | C | That ain't really Martin Luther. Dm | Bb | C | F C | Its just a picture on my arm. Dm | Bb | F | C | Bb | | C | F C | I don't look into the future. Dm | Bb | F | C | I can't read a Chinese fortune. Dm | Bb | C | F C | Just a picture on my arm. Dm | Bb | F | C | Bb | | C | F C | There is nothin sweet as heroine. [CHORUS] Dm | Bb | F | C | Dm | Bb | C | F C | A | | Bb | ' Am | And I can feel the colors Bb C | | | F C | Before I hear the motor whine. [CHORUS] Dm | Bb | F | C | Dm | Bb | C | F C | A picture on my arm. Dm | Bb | F | C | Bb | | C | F C | A picture on my arm. [REPEAT AND FADE]

I Am Near You by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 B | F# | E | F# | G#m F# E F# Each little footstep draws me closer than before. G#m F# E F# Even through the rain drops, I see clearer than before. G#m F# E F# Even in the darkness I feel it stronger than before. B F# E F# I am near you. I'm getting closer. I am near you. G#m | F# | E | F# | G#m F# E F# I watch the shadows as they creep across the path. G#m F# E F# I feel a rumbling beneath the ground across the path. G#m F# E F# I walk the footbridge you have laid across the path B F# E F# To be near you. I walk the path and I am near you. C#m F# B E You may never come at all. Should I stumble, if I fall, C#m E F# | | I answer your call only to be near you. G#m | F# | E | F# | G#m F# E F# Each little footstep draws me closer than before, B F# E F# And I am near you. I'm getting closer. I am near you. G#m | F# | E | F# | G#m

Soldiers on a Path by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 F#m D F#m D E We are marching on a line in procession keeping time Bm E Bm D E For the glory of a king or whatever thing we are worshiping. A D E D E We are soldiers on a path, A D E D E Intellingent but misdirected, backward peering. A D E D E D E D E Soldiers on a path headed home. Ya think we're headed home? A D E D E When they fought the final battle, A D E D E It was ended and they made the peace through armistice. A D E D E D No one thought to raise a statue to a fallen general E D E Or a caisson he dragged behind. A D E D E We are soldiers on a path, A D E D E In a circle really, forward seeking backward headed A D E D E D E D E Soldiers on a path headed home. Ya think we'll make it home? F#m G A F#m G A D A And its written down on paper, and its carved into stone. Bm G A F# We all seen the moving pictures and the cave drawings. D E So we're scaring up our own. A D E D E Soldiers on a path A D E D E In conscription that we choose to call selective service. A D E D E D E D E Soldiers on a path We're headed home? They never made it home. F#m | | D | | F#m | | D | ' E | Bm E Bm D E For the glory of a king or whatever thing we are worshiping. A D E D E We are soldiers on a path. A D E D E The weary worn, the least among us, scrubbed and polished A D E D E D E D E Soldiers on a path headed home. Which way is home? A D E D E A D E D E Soldiers on a path We are soldiers on a path [REPEAT AND FADE]

Can't Go Back Again by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 D | | Em7 | | D | | Em7 | | D A Em7 | | Everything that I could ask of you. D A Em7 | | I really couldn't ask for more. D A Em7 | | Every word I needed spoken. D A Em7 | | Everything that I was hoping for. G A D Bm G A D | | So many nights I laid awake. So many days are gone. G A D Bm G Bm A | | So many times I closed my eyes for the strength to move along. CHORUS D A Em7 | | Though I've given you my promises, D A Em7 | | I'm not given to pretend. D A Em7 | ' I've grown accustomed to the changes. | D | | Em7 | ' And I can't go back again. | D | | Em7 | | I can't go back again. D A Em7 | | I read the letters you have written me. D A Em7 | | I see the pictures that you send. D A Em7 | | I'm very proud of your accomplishments. D A Em7 | | I'm glad to hear you're on the mend. G A D Bm G A D | | Every night I'm missing you, and every day is long. G A D Bm G Bm A | | So many times I close my eyes for the strength to move along. [CHORUS] G A D Bm It could be I'm not thinking clear. G A D | | It could be that I'm wrong. G A D Bm | G | Bm | A | | So many times I closed my eyes. [CHORUS] D | A | Em7 | | D

Pushing on a String by Adam Belsky, all rights reserved 2018 Em D | G Bm C G Even when you snap your fingers, doesn't happen every time. Bm C D Sometimes not at all, and you're waiting there a long time. Em G Em G C You're pushing on a string. Pushing on a string, Em D | | And trying everything. G Bm C G Every little conversation doesn't say it all. C Em D G | | May not say anything pushing on a string. G Bm C G Every time you think about it the answer is the same. Bm C D Change it all around, and it comes down the same way. Em G Em G C You're pushing on a string. Pushing on a string, Em D | | And trying anything. G Bm C G I can see the disappointment running down your face. C Em D G | | May not say everything, pushing on a string. Em Bm C G Always looks so easy every time its done. Em A C D | | Isn't all that easy to the lonely one. G Bm C G May not make a difference if it doesn't work at all, C Em D G | | You can try everything pushing on a string. Em G Em G Pushing on a string. You're pushing on a string. C Em D | | There are certain things like wishing and hoping. G Bm C G Even when you punch your ticket it may not come at all C Em D G | | Same way with everything pushing on a string. C Em D G | Bm | C | G Same way with everything pushing on a string.