Brown Sand(Song)

Song I had written about heroin back a few months ago.
Em hammering on low e 3rd fret. A5 B5 walk down on low e 3/2 back to Em
(id play the song if my arm was working better) Its bluesy, and the chorus has like a drunk louis armstrong What a wonderful world style. Its basically a round, start out cured of dopesick, to sick, and at the end you're right as rain again.


Em A5 B5
Brown sand, rocks in my hand, and I feel
3(g) 2(f#) Em
right as rain again


Black sand, rocks in my hand, and I am
just a hero'in

let me whisper ya lies for all your cryin
I know how ya feel, trust me Im sympathizin'
The world is a wreck there aint no justifin'
if you please
Ill help you

white sand, rocks in my hand, and i'm low
feed me up friend

tan sand, rocks in my hand, and Im sick
just kill me


You've stubbed your toe and no you aint a' dyin
you want to kick and it aint for lack a tryin
theres a hero in there hes just tired of flyin
if you need
ill heal you

burnt sand, rocks in my hand and I want
but I cant have

red sand, rocks in my hand and Im tore
fill my whole

Brown sand, rocks in my hand, and I feel
right as rain again