Storms never last, do they baby? Bad times all pass with the wind. Your hand in mine stills the thunder, You make the sun want to shine. Verse 1: I followed you down so many roads, baby. I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs, And every road we took, God knows our search was for the truth, And the storms brewing now won't be the last. Chorus (Harmonica Solo) Chorus

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