A E
I was born to be a hurricane
CHORUS:
F#m
They say you can't foresee the weather
A E
But you can stand in the wind
E F#m
You can thank the sky when the cotton grows high
A E
Curse the dirt when it's dead again
A E A A
Curse the dirt wh?n it's dead again
POST-CHORUS:
E F#m
Life is suffering
F#m A
But lov? and family
E F#m
Make hard work in the hot sun
A E E
Okay when the day is done
OUTRO:
E E A B
E F#m A E
E F#m A E
E F#m A E
E F#m A E
A A A E