Tom: G G C Storms never last do they baby D G Bad times all pass with the winds G C Your hand in mine steals the thunder D G You make the sun want to shine G C I followed you down so many roads, baby D G I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs G C And every road we took God knows our search was for the truth D G And the storms brewin' now won't be the last Chorus Harmonica Solo Chorus