It Stoned Me . . . . Van Morrison

G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .C . . . . . . . . . . . . . G
Half a mile from the county fair . . And the rain keep pourin' down
Me and Billy standin' there With a silver half a crown
Hands are full of a fishin' rod And the tackle on our backs
We just stood there gettin' wet With our backs against the fence
Am. . . . . . D . . . .Am . . . . D . . . Am. . . . . . D . Em. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .D 7 6 5
Oh, the water....Oh, the water Oh, the water . . . . Hope it don't rain all day
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And it stoned me to my soul . . .Stoned me just like Jelly Roll . . And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul . . .Stoned me just like goin' home . .And it stoned me
Then the rain let up and the sun came up And we were gettin' dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned And he dropped us up the road
We looked at the swim and we jumped right in Not to mention fishing poles
Oh, the water....Oh, the water Oh, the water.....Let it run all over me.........Chorus
On the way back home we sang a song But our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road With the sunshine in his eyes
Well he lived all alone in his own little home With a great big gallon jar
There were bottles too, one for me and you And he said Hey! There you are
Oh, the water..Oh, the water.. Oh, the water..Carried it myself from the mountain stream
Chorus

*The above file is this author's own work and
represents his interpretation of this well-known
song. This file may only be used for private study,
scholarship, or research.