MY LITTLE DOG AND VAN MORRISON
IN THE MOONLIGHT WITH THE TOP ROLLED DOWN
HOMEMADE BREAD IN MY MOTHER’S APRON
AND MY HANDS ALL COVERED IN FLOUR
THESE ARE THE THINGS THAT I CLING TO
WHEN I CAN’T GET UP FROM THE GROUND
THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING THAT WON’T LET YOU DOWN

OUT OF THE DIRT WE FIND THE ROSES
OUT OF THE HURT WE FIND OUT WHAT WE’RE MADE OF
AFTER THE PAIN IS LET GO OF
YOU CAN CHISEL AWAY AT THE HARDNESS IN YOUR HEART

A BLACKTOP ROAD BENEATH MY TIRED LEGS
(JUST) BEFORE THE SUN SWEEPS UP THE MORNING DEW
BETTE DAVIS IN (A) BLACK AND WHITE
AND THE LEVI’S I HAD ON WHEN I MET YOU
THESE ARE THE FACES I TURN TO
WHEN THE WORLD LOCKS ME OUT OF THE ROOM
WHEN I’VE LOST MY SMILE THIS IS THE MAP I USE

OUT OF THE DIRT WE FIND THE ROSES
OUT OF THE HURT WE FIND OUT WHAT WE’RE MADE OF
AFTER THE PAIN IS LET GO OF
YOU CAN CHISEL AWAY AT THE HARDNESS IN YOUR HEART

BRIDGE SUGGESTION: EM AM EM AM EM AM F G
ALL THE COLD I’VE LIVED THROUGH
I CAN FEEL IT THAWING OUT
THE SUN IS STILL BEHIND THOSE CLOUDS
I DON’T HAVE A DOUBT

OUT OF THE DIRT WE FIND THE ROSES
OUT OF THE HURT WE FIND OUT WHAT WE’RE MADE OF
AFTER THE PAIN IS LET GO OF
YOU CAN CHISEL AWAY AT THE HARDNESS IN YOUR HEART

OUT OF THE DIRT WE FIND THE ROSES
OUT OF THE HURT WE FIND OUT WHAT WE’RE MADE OF
AFTER THE PAIN IS LET GO OF
YOU CAN CHISEL AWAY AT THE HARDNESS IN YOUR HEART
CAUSE YOU CAN’T BEGIN THE DAY WITHOUT THE DARK