From the recording Tall Tree

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You never know where your salvation will show up

Lyrics

Bbmaj                                                          Dm
It was raining when he saw her down on River Fork Road
Gmin                                                              F
He pulled over, said get in, you're looking wet and cold.
Bbmaj                            Dm
A duffle and guitar she tossed in the back seat
Gm                                                                        F
then she jumped into the front and took her wet socks off her feet.
Bbmaj                                               Dm
He turned the heater up and they rode for several miles
Gm                                                                          F
before she ever spoke a word, then she turned to him and smiled

            Bbmaj                    Ebmaj        F          Bbmaj
She said Thank you, it was a cold, cold night in Nashville
Gm                        Dm        Gm                Dm
I left early in the morning and if you hadn't stopped
            Gm                  Dm      Gm                        F
I'd have missed my rendezvous,  I'd be still be standing there
            Bbmaj
I'd have missed it


But that's the way I'm going back the way you came

She said yes, but that's okay, now tell me what's your name

He told her His real name and a million other things

about love and pain and memories of the songs he never sang

When the snow was blowing sideways past the head light glare

they found a bottle and a room and took up refuge there.

She played the songs he never wrote and helped him find the words

to melodies that haunted him for verses rhymed in truth

The words moved like a razor carving right behind the pain

the melodies were double edged, slicing through the chains

At the bottom of the bottle, when they had no more songs to sing

he fell back on his pillow, her guitar playing through his dreams

She said Thank you, it was a cold, cold night in Nashville
I left early in the morning and if you hadn't stopped
I'd have missed my rendezvous,
I'd have missed it, I'd be standing there still


In the morning snow was blowing sideways past the hotel door

blurring faces, songs and words and footprints thru the storm

He said I never even kissed her, Hell I never touched her

Christ I never even asked her, I never asked her for her name

But told her all my pain and shared all my wildest dreams

she made them songs and gave them back to me


He said Thank you, it was a cold, cold night in Nashville

I left early in the morning and if I hadn't stopped

I'd have missed my rendezvous, She'd still be standing there

I'd have missed it.