Give me a woman in flannel,
and
the world can do what it will.
With
a little bit of lovin',
I'll
face down any hill.
Capo III
C* G7 / Fm C :|| (D# A# /
G# D# )
'Cause when you're out walking
hand in hand
even an uphill battle
can feel like a stroll through
the sand.
Dm C / Am G7 / Dm C / Fm C
(F D# / C A# / F D# / G# D# )
Me
and my woman in flannel,
we
will get along.
Though
it might get dark and cold,
we'll
keep singing our song.
Oh, I'm not talking about
forever,
forever's too far to see.
Me and my woman in flannel,
we'll just let things be what
they'll be.
We'll
ride out each wave
from
the crest down to the trough,
though
the seas might get rough,
and
we might get tossed.
And if my woman in flannel
should be tossed away,
I only hope she lands some place
that is warm and safe.
So
take my woman in flannel,
just
not all the way,
that
I might still see from a distance
her
sweet smiling face.
There'll be plenty of other women
in flannel,
and our paths, they might cross.
I might get a chance to remember
everything I forgot.
So
give me another woman in flannel,
and
the world can do what it will,
that
I might find what I thought I'd lost
I
am holding still.