(Chords that are stuck together means it is a slash chord) e.g
(The following chord progression means quick change)
(The following chord progression means quick change but notes only except the last)
(same with this part at coda) well, well, well well well
Intro:
Verse 1:
Silver gray hair neatly combed in place
There were four generations of love on her face
She was so wise, no surprise passed her eyes
She’d seen it all
I was a child, oh about three or four,
All day I’d ask questions at night I’d ask more.
But whenever, she never, would ever,
Turn me away. No oh.
Chorus 1:
I’d say how can I be sure what is right or wrong?
And why does what I want al ways take so long?
Please tell me where does God live
And why won’t He talk to me?
I’d say, grandma what is love?
Will I ever find out?
Why are we so poor, what is life about?
I wanna know the answers before I fall off to sleep
Oooh oh.
Verse 2:
She sort of smiled as she tucked me in,
Then she pulled up that old rocking chair once a – gain
But tonight she was slightly, remarkably,
Different somehow
Slowly she rocked, looking half asleep,
Grandma yawned as she streched then she star – ted to speak,
What she told me, would mould me, and holds me,
Together inside
Chorus 2:
She said all the things you ask you will know someday,
But you have got to live in a patient way.
God put us here by fate
And by fate that means better days.
She said, child we all moons in the dark of night,
Ain’t no morning gonna come ’til the time is right.
Can’t get to better days lest you make it through the night
You gotta make it through the night , yes you do.
Bridge:
You can’t get to no better days,
Unless you make it through the night
Oh, you will see those better days
Be pa – tient, be pa – tient, oh baby, be patient
Verse 3:
Later that year, at the turn of spring,
Heaven sent angels down and gave grand ma her wings
Now she’s flying, and sliding, and gliding,
In be-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-etter days
Chorus 3:
And although I’m all grown up, I still get confused.
I stumble through the dark, get ting bumped and bruised,
When night gets in my way,
I could still hear my grandma say,
I can hear her say
A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-I can hear her say
Coda:
You can’t get to no better days,
Unless you make it through the night, baby
Oh, you will see those better days,
But you gotta be patient child, do you hear me yeah, well, well, well well well
You can’t get to no better days,
Unless you make it, you got to make it, you got to make it, you got to make it through the night yeah
Oh grandma, oh grandma,
Do you see me now lady oh oh oh…
She used to sit me on her knee, she used to comb my hair.
She used to tell me stories…(fade out)
