Tom: G
B E B
On our little girl's, third birthday
F#m7 E B
She got a sandbox, in the backyard to play
E B
Sand was everywhere, as she played and she laughed
F#m7 E B
I fussed at her, for it killed all my grass.
Chorus:
E
It'll Come Back
B
It'll Come Back
F#m7
Daddy don't be mad
B
God and the rain will bring it back.
B E B
When our little girl, just turned ten
F#m7 E B
She got a bike, to ride with all her friends
E B
She skinned both her knees, as she played and she laughed
F#m7 E B
I fussed at her, for it killed all my grass.
Chorus:
C F C
When our little girl, turned seventeen
G7 F C
We built her a pool, in the backyard that spring
F C
All her friends came, and they swam and they splashed
G7 F C
I fussed at her, for it killed all my grass.
Chorus2:
F
It'll Come Back
C
It'll Come Back
G7
Daddy don't be mad
C
God and the rain will bring it back.
C F C
My wife and I sit, on the porch all alone
G7 F C
As I look out across, at my beautiful lawn
F C
The house is quiet, there's no children at play
G7 (Stop)
And I said to my wife,
"Honey if you'll listen real close. You can still hear her say."
Chorus2: X2
