Tyler Childers – Tirtha Yatra (Guitar)

D
I wanna go to India

D
Put faces to paper

                          G
Put visuals to words that I've read

      A
Get a better understandin' of the culture that's surroundin'

                                                                   D
All the scriptures I've been poundin', watchin' play out inside my head

D
I'd go to Kuru Sectura

                                                                 G
You know, I couldn't even tell you if I am or not pronouncin' it right

    A
But comin' from a cousin lovin' clubfoot somethin' somethin'

                                                      D
Backwood searcher, I would hope that you'd admire the try

G                 D
I'd go to all the places

             G
Where Nurada stood

D                     A
I'd read the Bhagavad Gita

                   D
I'd read the song by God

D
You know the Bgavat Ghita

                                                           G
You know the Ghita's just a chapter in an epic 'bout a footbridge wide

    A
I'd love to tell ya 'bout it, though I'm 'fraid it'd take forever

                                                               D
I'm 'fraid it'd take forever, and I'd hate to take up all your time

D
But anyways, I read it

                                                     G
I read it to the credits, and Vyasa wrote it masterfully

   A
It took a little under two years for me to make it through

                                                           D
But now I'm here and tellin' you, it changed me metaphysically

G                      D
It taught me all about Dharma

                     G
The thing I ought to do

D                A                         D  A
Till the big man dances and starts it all anew

D
Start again

G                      D
It taught me all about Dharma

                     G
The thing I ought to do

D                 A                         D
Until the big man dances and starts it all anew

D
I wanna Tirtha Yatra

                                                         G
Roll like the Pandavas with my brothers, and my mom, and wife

        A                                                        
All the boys could bring their ladies 'cause the one that Indrid gave me

                                                                D
Is the momma to my babies, and I ain't about to split my nights

D
It wouldn't be all different

                                                             G
To how we're actually livin' 'cept we'd leave behind all our merch

         A
But we'd bring along our fiddles, basses, and rental guitars and mandolins

                                  D
'Cause that's the way that Dharma works

G                         D
We'd play Louisville Breakdown

                  G
We'd play Shelvin Rock

D              A
We'd sing Hare Krishna

                  D
We'd play a song by God